At that thought, Cui Jiuyang clenched his back teeth and steeled himself. Stop fucking overthinking it. Since those damned things are coming down sooner or later, I'll kill this accursed dragon first!
With his mind made up, he no longer held back.
Three Chi Seven Red Light blazed brightly, its murderous aura turning into lethal sword light.
Cui Jiuyang simply unleashed the sword moves he had painstakingly practiced on Ao Que, using him as a sword-testing stone!
The Sword Dragon wheeled around, its crimson silhouette circling him.
Elusive sword shadows flickered as moves both feints and real strikes rained down, putting Ao Que through every technique.
By the time he finished a set of sword techniques from The Eight Extremes, more than a dozen new wounds crisscrossed Ao Que's body. He swayed on the verge of collapse, now blind in both eyes.
His first eye had been gouged out by the Wild God's black spear, leaving a large, deep, bloody hole.
But when Cui Jiuyang blinded his remaining eye, he used a needle-thin strand of sword energy. The strike left only a tiny pinhole in Ao Que's pupil, yet the entire interior of the eye had been shredded, leaving him unable to see.
Although cultivators all possessed Divine Sense, which could perceive things even more clearly than their eyes could.
The destruction of the eyes he had been born with still threw Ao Que's mind into turmoil. He knelt on one knee, raising his head to face Cui Jiuyang, his chest heaving violently.
"You had plenty of chances to kill me outright just now. Why didn't you? I clearly sensed your intent to kill." Ao Que was not asking a question; he was challenging him angrily.
Cui Jiuyang suspended his sword in midair, its tip aimed between Ao Que's brows.