How could a Golden Immortal be anything to fear?
How could the life-and-death chasm daunt him?
A strange surge of boldness welled up in Wang Jixuan’s heart.
The Moonlight Sword in his hand sang with a clear, piercing tone.
Qingping Sword Intent already swirled about him.
The spiritual power of the divine tree below had been stirred a little; that trickle of vitality kept pouring into Wang Jixuan’s long sword.
Daoist Wang’s confidence rose a few more degrees.
Why stand and face a Golden Immortal head-on?
There were actually many calculations hidden beneath the surface.
He had to buy time so his true primordial spirit, relying on the Great Way of Time and the Peony auxiliary, could more quickly comprehend the Star Sword Intent of the twenty-sixth layer and step onto the twenty-seventh.
Maybe he wanted to show off a bit in front of the Nine-Spirit Sword Venerable.
Maybe he wanted to display potential to the Spear God Palace, the Thousand-World Alliance and other sects hostile to the Dark Sect—so that later he might join with or draw support from them.
He had a hundred thoughts, but with the tremble of the Moonlight Sword, all those distractions vanished.
Right now there was only one thing he thought and one thing he would do.
Go challenge.