There was no choice.
Hou Niao was dismayed to discover that he had indeed achieved his goal of holding the field-but had also lost the freedom to choose.
He had wanted to measure himself against that Yueduo, just as Yueduo had wanted to find him.
The moment he saw the twelve Visitors from Beyond the Heavens, his keen sense for the sword had immediately told him that this woman was one of his kind, just as Yueduo had instantly picked him out from among the Constellation True Disciples.
That was why he had held back from fighting: he had been waiting for this woman.
Unfortunately, Gou Du hadn't seen it, and paid a terrible price.
It wasn't that he had no interest in the other Visitors from Beyond the Heavens, but compared with witnessing sword arts from beyond the realm, they didn't come close.
That strike from Yueduo had been the most textbook example of Sword Light Division. He had seen it clearly: the sword light had split into sixty-four streaks, but its true essence lay in the final strike, when they had gathered back together.
Just splitting and reuniting the light had made the strike several times more powerful. Gou Du was no weakling; his defense was no weaker than that of any Constellation True Disciple. And yet, even though he had been prepared, he had been cut in two without the least surprise.
What he wanted was this art of Sword Light Division. Clearly, Shanmen Quanzhen had nothing like it. And it wasn't just him-all the Shanmen Sword Cultivators wore rapt expressions. So the sword lineage of the Universe was this powerful!
Though he came from the Outer Cosmos, he still felt a share of the pride.
While he was mulling over this and that, the last remaining