As the Covering Army banner appeared in the high heavens, a sword of ancient design, as if piercing through time and space, descended from an unknown place, hanging in the sky.

It stood opposite the Covering Army banner.

This sword was about four feet long, with a hilt in the shape of an oval ring adorned with interwoven patterns.

Inscribed on the blade were two Daoist characters: “Chen Du.”

It was Chen Du, the sword of Wei Xun, the Master of the Sea-Drawn Tower!

Besides being the Master of the Sea-Drawn Tower and the Alliance Leader of the Sea-Suppressing Alliance, Wei Xun had a more widely known title: True Lord Chen Du, all because of this sword.

Chen Du against the Covering Army banner!

The Master of the Sea-Drawn Tower and the God of War of Great Qi had both focused their attention here.

The magnitude of this duel on Sky涯 Stage was simply astonishing.

Who would dare to make any subtle moves now?

At this moment, Ji Shaoqing had calmed down.

Because of what Gu Huaixin had said – “Your death is as light as a feather, but the honor of the Sea-Drawn Tower is as heavy as a mountain.”

Was the honor of the Sea-Drawn Tower important?

Of course, it was important.

But if he died, it wouldn’t matter at all!

So Gu Huaixin was actually telling him – don’t be afraid of death, your master will save you. You must uphold the honor of the Sea-Drawn Tower and make your “death” yield the greatest value.

Then let me offer the most spectacular duel… Ji Shaoqing thought in his heart.

However, in the next instant, he heard the cold and cruel sound of a sword humming. The sword light, like frost and snow, pressed closer once more!

Imminent!

That person’s sword was still so resolute. Even with a True Person of this era present, even with a True Lord appearing, there was not a trace of wavering.

Does his hand never tremble?!

Ji Shaoqing subconsciously released his thought-water creatures, habitually using illusion arts to escape.

Only after casting the Dao art did he realize something was wrong; the opponent had the ability to see through illusions!

In a panic, he tried to perform Dragon Sucking Water again…

But it was too late.

Jiang Wang accurately found his true body, sweeping his sword across, as if dividing heaven and earth, sending an arm flying high!

Ji Shaoqing, holding the wound of his severed arm with his right hand missing a finger, tumbled several times in the air, regaining distance from Jiang Wang.

Excruciating pain ignited his fury.

Death was already close at hand.

But he didn’t need to fear death.

Because Gu Huaixin had promised to save him.

“Again!” he roared.

Instead, he wanted to display courage and tenacity.

At the critical juncture of life and death, he would showcase the resilience of a heaven’s chosen!

The wound was sealed with a layer of water film, preventing blood from continuing to flow. He stepped through the air, casting a Dao art with a single arm, and actually charged back at Jiang Wang!

“Senior Brother Ji!”

Several disciples of the Sea-Drawn Tower watching from the side couldn’t help but shed tears.

Moved by Ji Shaoqing’s stubbornness, they directed hateful gazes at Jiang Wang.

Gu Huaixin sighed softly in his heart.

Of course, he had hoped that after understanding his escape route, Ji Shaoqing would be able to seize life from death, defeat Jiang Wang with a determination to die, so that this battle would not be in vain. But that young man named Jiang Wang possessed terrifying combat talent, unyielding, and had already locked down the victory. Ji Shaoqing was only now thinking of fighting desperately… it was too late to salvage the defeat.

“Lord God of War!”

Gu Huaixin turned sharply, bowing to the tiger-shaped finger armor in the sky: “Everyone must die. Zhu Biqiong could die, and Ji Shaoqing can certainly die. In a duel to the death, there is no need for resentment.”

“However, if Jiang Wang kills him now, the grievance will be resolved. If Ji Shaoqing is reborn afterward, it will naturally have nothing to do with the past. I have set up the altar and performed the ritual for after the duel, not to influence the duel itself. Please understand.”

He had long decided to leave Ji Shaoqing a way out, sparing no expense to prepare materials and treasures, to revive him after he fell in battle – this was reasonable and did not violate the rules of the duel. But with the Covering Army finger armor of the Great Qi God of War present, he had to offer an explanation, lest Jiang Mengxiong think he had broken the rules.

The Chen Du sword and the Covering Army finger armor faced each other from afar, seemingly not intending to express any opinion.

“Reasonable,” the voice from the finger armor said.

Jiang Wuyou was furious!

Jiang Wang’s death was a true death, but Ji Shaoqing’s death had a chance of resurrection.

Then what kind of damned duel to the death was this?

But Gu Huaixin’s actions were indeed outside the rules.

Moreover, since Jiang Mengxiong had agreed, what reason did she have to disagree?

Apart from anger, she could do nothing else.

Outside Sky涯 Stage was outside Sky涯 Stage.

On Sky涯 Stage was on Sky涯 Stage.

Jiang Wang did not concern himself with what was happening outside; he only knew that the duel was still ongoing.

So he continued to wield his sword!

A full-strength Ji Shaoqing was no match; at this moment, with a heavily injured and crippled body, trying to turn the tide with sheer courage was absolutely impossible.

In terms of courage, when had Jiang Wang ever lost to anyone?

The sword surged with cold light, coming and going in an instant.

This sword sliced across the abdomen, directly cutting Ji Shaoqing down to the ground.

And Jiang Wang stood in the air.

At this moment, high in the sky, the ancient Chen Du sword and the Covering Army finger armor faced each other from afar.

Outside Sky涯 Stage, the True Person of this era, Gu Huaixin, had already erected an altar, only waiting for Ji Shaoqing’s death to immediately save his soul and restore his life.

The heaven’s chosen disciple of the Sea-Drawn Tower was lying on the ground like a dead dog, his hair disheveled, his face covered in blood.

His left arm was severed at the shoulder, a finger was blown off his right hand, and there was an extremely deep sword wound on his chest and abdomen, bleeding incessantly.

The young man holding the sword stood suspended in the air, his thin lips slightly pursed, his eyes resolute and determined.

He did not look at Ji Shaoqing but directed his gaze towards Gu Huaixin, who was poised outside Sky涯 Stage, observing this True Person of the era.

“How do you plan to save him?” he asked.

Gu Huaixin did not speak.

Even though this young man named Jiang Wang had displayed extremely terrifying talent in this battle on Sky涯 Stage and possessed a very broad future, at least for now, he still did not have the qualifications to speak with a True Person.

Among the spectators, a pragmatic elder of the Sea-Drawn Tower couldn’t help but say, “How arrogant! Daring to question a True Person? Has he been overwhelmed by the victory of this battle? He doesn’t know his own limitations!”

Although it sounded like a private comment, the voice was not concealed, allowing everyone to hear clearly.

Perhaps Jiang Wang heard it, or perhaps he didn’t.

He had asked Gu Huaixin a question, but he didn’t wait for an answer either.

He fell.

He fell from the air like a spear.

Straight, sharp, fearless.

He “stabbed” down next to the fallen Ji Shaoqing, Longing reversed, and he plunged the sword in!

This sword directly pierced Ji Shaoqing’s Five Palaces Sea, and then shattered his Heaven-Connecting Palace, dismantling all possibility of his resistance.

Feeling his Dao origin rapidly draining away, experiencing the sensation of vitality quickly dissipating.

At this critical point between life and death, Ji Shaoqing vaguely touched upon something.

In that collapsing inner palace, in the Fifth Inner Palace, there was indeed something that he had previously overlooked.

Does one only have a chance to see the Gate of Vision in true life and death?

He was ecstatic.

Using his last bit of strength, he actually squeezed out a smile at Jiang Wang: “You won this battle. Ji is inferior in skill and dies without regret.”

Dignity.

A dignified death in battle.

When I come for you another day, will you be so dignified? Or will you be unwilling, fearful, and weeping bitterly? he thought.

With these thoughts, he waited to die.

But he found that the flow of life had stopped.

He looked at Jiang Wang in confusion – Jiang Wang was circulating his true essence, carefully healing him with clumsy healing Dao arts.

What are you doing!

He struggled to get up but was firmly pressed back to the ground with a casual push.

Jiang Wang had used great discretion when striking, only damaging Ji Shaoqing’s cultivation, but not inflicting any fatal injuries.

His healing Dao arts were, of course, inadequate, but stopping bleeding and the like was not a problem.

Under the watchful eyes of many cultivators, he methodically treated Ji Shaoqing’s wounds, as if caring for a cherished relative or friend.

Then he raised his head and said to the True Person of this era, “A few days ago, right here, I heard a phrase called ‘A person is like a lamp, life is like oil.'”

His attitude was proper, and his voice was polite.

But beneath the calm deep sea, there were endless raging waves.

He said, “I really want to know, after the lamp oil slowly burns out, can the lamp still be relit?”

Ji Shaoqing’s eyes widened in horror, and he immediately wanted to bite off his tongue to commit suicide. But Jiang Wang, without hesitation, slapped him, shattering the teeth in his mouth!

Jiang Wang retracted his palm and thoughtfully straightened Ji Shaoqing’s head, making him lie more neatly.

Then, right beside him, he sat down cross-legged.

He was going to sit here on Sky涯 Stage and “boil” Ji Shaoqing for nine days and nine nights!

He would slowly torture Ji Shaoqing to death.

And then see if Gu Huaixin could still revive him!