"My Burial Sword Art had only sent a few petals drifting down, while his had sent dozens?"
The White Bone Sword Emperor knew full well how difficult the Burial Sword Art was to cultivate. Dozens of petals and a few petals might seem to differ by only tenfold, but their power differed by at least several hundredfold. When the Burial Flower Supreme used the Burial Sword Art, roughly several hundred petals fell—but that was a Supreme. Even the weakest Supreme was more than a hundred times stronger than the strongest Quasi-Supreme.
"No, how did he know the Burial Sword Art?"
All at once, the White Bone Sword Emperor thought of the crucial point.
In the previous duels, Ye Chen had never used the Burial Sword Art, so this was the first time the White Bone Sword Emperor had seen him use it. He had not reacted at first.
"Could it be that he learned the essence of the Burial Sword Art while fighting me?"
The White Bone Sword Emperor felt a chill run through his body.
Faced with Ye Chen's Burial Sword Art, the Night Sword Emperor felt as if even his soul had frozen. The Heart Sword Realm was completely useless. One had to know that it was Ye Chen, not the White Bone Sword Emperor, who had unleashed the Burial Sword Art. When Ye Chen used it, the Heart Sword Realm would still freeze unless the Night Sword Emperor's Heart Sword Realm far surpassed Ye Chen's.
Pfft!
The darkness dispersed, and the Night Sword Emperor's body weathered away, vanishing with the wind.
Only now did the people in the audience understand: Ye Chen's refusal to counterattack did not mean he lacked the ability to do so. From beginning to end, the Night Sword Emperor had been living in