Zhuo Tiancang was currently fighting Luo Yan. His strength surpassed hers by two grades; he was a True Immortal Seventh Grade cultivator.
Although Luo Yan possessed a physique like Crimson Tears, he believed the final victory would surely be his.
What he did not know, however, was that his fate had already been sealed.
Clang, clang!
Sword clashed madly against sword, and sword qi raged without end.
Even with the aid of Crimson Tears, the enormous gap of two grades left Luo Yan suppressed at every turn. She could lose at any moment.
"Why? Why can't I unleash it?"
"My power was clearly much stronger back then."
Not long ago, when the Mountain Ghost Divine Son and Luo Yifeng slaughtered the Luo Family's disciples, her Crimson Tears had clearly erupted with far greater power than it had now.
Yet now, she could not unleash it no matter what she tried.
This left her somewhat frustrated and resentful.
Only under the deepest grief and anguish could the power of Crimson Tears reach its utmost.
Had she already forgotten how she had felt then?
With so many Luo Family disciples having died so horribly, was she still not grief-stricken enough?
"Crimson Tears is said to have a chance of rising to a level comparable to a Supreme Immortal Physique. That chance is simply too small, though."
Chu Kuangren watched the battle from nearby and spoke indifferently.
He reckoned the time was about right. Just as Zhuo Tiancang moved to deliver a killing blow, he acted.
With a flick of his finger, a strand of sword qi shot from his fingertip.
Whoosh!
The sword qi tore through the air, as dazzling and beautiful as a meteor, enough to astound gods and Buddhas!
It was none other than the God-Shocking Dao Sword!
Zhuo Tiancang,