Su Yi disappeared into thin air.0

Wu Ting turned and fled, but in a flash, countless streaks of sword qi exploded into being on all sides, sealing off all possible escape routes.0

Su Yi was already swinging his sword. Wu Ting gnashed his teeth and fought back with all his might.0

Moments later, his head flew through the air with a blast of sword qi. Blood splattered the sky.0

Su Yi’s lapels were stained with blood, and he’d taken numerous injuries, but none were serious.0

Wu Ting was at least as strong as that old man with a Dao Domain from the Church of Divine Flame. Both were top experts among mid-stage Miracle Realm Immortal Kings, thought Su Yi.0

The difference between an Immortal King with a Dao Domain and an Immortal King without one was enormous. The two were as far apart as heaven and earth.0

Prior to his breakthrough, Su Yi would have struggled to defeat someone like Wu Ting without drawing upon the Sword of the Nine Hells. Such a duel likely would have ended in a draw, with both parties injured. It would have been tough to emerge victorious.0

But things were different now. After giving...0