Within the small grotto-heaven small world, Tang Yan began giving the Sword Cultivator a beating.
Under normal circumstances, he could never have done this, but he had now become a superman, his strength several times what it had been at his former peak-and it was still rising!
Power was every cultivator's dream; no one would refuse it. Yet, bizarrely, his growing power now filled him with dread.
After his almost unrestrained barrage, gaps had begun appearing in the Sword Cultivator's darting evasions and sword strikes. This was not because the Sword Cultivator's swordsmanship lacked refinement, but because no one could have remained composed against him in his current state.
In fact, the Sword Cultivator's ability to hold out this long had already far exceeded his expectations. In the outside world, he would not even have been confident of defeating this opponent. At best, they would have fought to a draw.
It was truly hard to imagine that someone like this was hidden among the cultivators of Shanmen Quanzhen.
He was patient. He knew he could not take someone like this lightly, nor expect a furious barrage of techniques to settle matters. Thus, even with primordial might coursing through him, he still waited for the best opportunity to win.
Now, the Sword Cultivator's flying swords had begun showing occasional signs of disarray. The opportunity he had been waiting for had finally arrived.
As his fingers and palms danced, a massive fire technique formed in midair, illuminating half the sky. This was Fire Prison Realm Heaven, a fire-element formation he normally could not cast alone. But now, there was nothing he could not do.
The fire prison covered an enormous area, so vast that even the Sword Cultivator's darting evasions could not escape it. Against this fiery-red backdrop, countless sparks fell from