Even knowing that if he fell into it, the young man would struggle to harm him, the feeling of plummeting uncontrollably into an abyss was suffocating.
This sort of sword intent, within the realm of Xuanmen, was an unparalleled killing move--why was it appearing here?
His inner voice did not show on his face, he had no time to search for answers, in front of him, it was still a sword against a staff.
But this time, the response from both sides had changed.
The old man thrust his staff forward and lightly pushed with his other hand, but Pei Ye did not retreat this time. He moved towards the old man's staff, unleashing his swiftest speed.
Darkness descended once more.
The old man's staff had not yet reached its peak force when the darkness cut it off.
This time... it was much faster than before!
