At these words, Zhao Xuantan's face immediately darkened further.
For at this moment, he could indeed sense that Lü Daoxuan's sword intent had completely fused with his own, and he could not remove it no matter what he tried.
Lü Daoxuan suddenly smiled with a hint of smugness and said:
"Come to think of it, I comprehended this strike while fighting your Nine Abysses. Now I suppose I'm repaying you in your own coin."
Zhao Xuantan gave a cold laugh.
"You're celebrating a little too soon."
As he spoke, a ringing clang sounded, and the sword intent surrounding Zhao Xuantan actually tore itself apart.
At the sight, Lü Daoxuan first looked astonished, then smiled helplessly.
"To think you would destroy your own sword intent. Admirable."
Zhao Xuantan said in an utterly calm voice:
"This sword intent is merely a method the human race sought from Shangqing. It cannot compare to even the slightest fraction of the Demon Mother's Edict."
"Your strike today reminded me to sever my ties with this Shangqing Edict once and for all."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and beckoned lightly.
Boom! Boom, boom...!
In an instant, the Blood-Garment Great Ghosts whom Lü Daoxuan had severely wounded earlier lunged at him.
Clang...!!
Although Lü Daoxuan could still control his sword, his severely wounded body could not withstand the fierce onslaught of the Blood-Garment Great Ghosts.
Bang! Bang, bang...!
For a time, Lü Daoxuan, already gravely wounded, watched as the Blood-Garment Great Ghosts plundered his vitality bit by bit.
Yet faced with life and death, Lü Daoxuan seemed to have seen beyond them. After merely directing his sword into a streak of sword light that enveloped him, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said:
"The half an incense stick of time I bought