"It isn't caution."
The Former Pavilion Master shook his head with a smile, then explained:
"This disciple of mine has keener instincts than even I do. He must have sensed the danger coming from Song Xian, which was why he decided to use Netherfrost Sword Qi."
"Whether it's caution or keen instincts." Devil Master Tianxing's lips curled upward. "With his current cultivation, he can condense at most a single strand of Netherfrost Sword Qi. If he can't kill Song Xian in one strike, he'll most likely lose this match."
At that moment, he was merely watching the show.
Whether Song Xian won or lost would have no effect whatsoever on his scheme to lure out and kill Rusty Lion.
"It's not as though I've never sparred with Buddhist experts. Even those eminent monks of great virtue had to rely on their cultivation to break my Netherfrost Sword Qi."
"And this Song Xian thinks he can break my Netherfrost Sword Qi with his half-baked Buddhist cultivation? A fool's dream."
The Former Pavilion Master spoke with great confidence.
Unlike the others, the Former Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Frost Pavilion had actually relaxed upon discovering that Xu Taiping was preparing to unleash a Buddhist divine ability, utterly confident that Wuhuan could win this match.
"Now that you've put it that way, I really do want to see your Heavenly Frost Pavilion's Netherfrost Sword Qi for myself."
At those words, a trace of curiosity appeared in Devil Master Tianxing's eyes.
Clang-!
As the two spoke, a deafening sword cry suddenly rang out from the arena below.
Looking down, they saw that the flying sword above Hall Master Wuhuan's head had taken the form of an enormous peng bird, wrapped in countless strands of frosty Sword Qi.
Each time this "peng bird," nearly half