"So you mean to concede?"
Jiang Ding asked again.
The person before him was already the strongest swordsman among his peers in the Domain, and it would be a pity if he lost his will to fight.
"That, that is absolutely impossible."
With a whoosh, Yu Qianzi darted to a spot kilometers away, her face lifted, her fighting spirit high, "What of the Nascent Treasure? We sword cultivators ought to emerge from death, overcoming every adversity, to achieve the supreme Sword Dao!"
"Go!"
With a flick of her finger, she made her move.
A Moon White Flying Sword appeared between heaven and earth, carrying a cold, illusionary essence. A mere glance could send a large group of Golden Pill Monks into an endless fantasy, endlessly questioning their hearts until death.
"Admirable fighting spirit."
Jiang Ding gazed at the Moon White Flying Sword.
