With a thought, Ning removed his binding from the Thousandswords Golem, then leapt three hundred meters and landed outside the battle arena. He secretly sighed to himself, "Although I have reached the Dao Domain level, and my soul is at the 'divine sense' level…if I hadn't meditated on the [Lesser Five Elements Sword] and increased the power of my sword arts, it would be hard to say if I would have won, or this Bu Ying would have won."
His foundations were exceptionally stable, at the level of a reincarnated Immortal. However, prior to joining the Black-White College, his sword arts had been very weak; only after learning the [Lesser Five Elements Sword] had he been able to address this shortcoming.
If he hadn't learned it, he would have had to rely on the power of his soul and controlled even more flying swords to achieve victory through numbers.
Swoosh! Bu Ying landed next to Ning as well. "Senior apprentice-brother Bu Ying," Ning greeted him modestly.
