Yang Qi was in a life-or-death struggle that would be resolved in the blink of an eye.

His divine will was clashing directly with that of the Lord of the Sword Dao. It was a very dangerous risk. However, the Lord of the Sword Dao was both injured and flustered, while Yang Qi’s cultivation base had just improved. As far as he was concerned, this was an opportunity.

After all, even if the purrling had defeated and sealed the Lord of the Sword Dao, it would still have been difficult to subjugate him.

But the situation had changed.

If their souls clashed, and the Lord of the Sword Dao lost, it would be a truly ultimate defeat that he could never come back from. And Yang Qi could definitely enslave him.

The sword hovered in the middle of the bronze palace, twitching as it switched back and forth between glowing with the golden color of the blood of the King...