Wu Chang fell silent after hearing this, his gaze fixed only on Yang Yuanhong, who was still being viciously pummeled by the Dao Zhen Resentful Ghost.
After a long while, he said, "My Lord Palace Master, I can understand the matter of the Union of Immortals and Gods, but the matter of the Yang Family... I still cannot make sense of it. My mind is like a tangled skein of hemp, with no clue where to begin."
"It does not matter if you cannot understand it for now. There is still plenty of time. Watch slowly, think slowly."
Chen Yang chuckled at those words. "Even if I win this wager, you need not leave Bai Di at once. You may remain by his side and continue helping him. I will also continue forward alongside the Yang Family. As for who will ultimately succeed, let time bear witness."
Whoosh—
As the two spoke, a new change occurred in the battle within the projection.
Yang Yuanhong had withstood the Dao Zhen Resentful Ghost's fiercest wave of attacks and bought enough time at last for Ling Shuang, who had been fighting three opponents alone in the heavens, to free up a hand and summon that tiny snow-white flying sword here to aid the battle.
"Yuan Hong, take the sword!"
Ling Shuang's Thought Transmission arrived alongside the sword light. Yang Yuanhong immediately raised his hand and gripped the flying sword.
Pfft!
A fierce Sword Qi burst forth, instantly grinding one of the Dao Zhen Resentful Ghost's arms into fragments.
After that, guided by the snow-white flying sword, Yang Yuanhong too experienced the sheer exhilaration of a sword cultivator slaughtering enemies.
Numerous sword techniques flowed from the flying sword into his mind. Yang Yuanhong only needed to make the corresponding movements, and the flying sword