But though Master Xuanqing could act directly, there was nothing he could do—he simply couldn't defeat Chen Xu.
With a single saber strike, his opponent severed one of his hands; amidst Xuanqing's shock and disbelief, understanding dawned—if it came down to single combat, he was by no means Chen Xu's match.
This revelation did not make Master Xuanqing retreat; on the contrary, his fervor only intensified, joy and yearning surging to their peak within him.
Chen Xu's strength exceeded all expectation—not a misfortune, but a blessing!
If he could refine his pill with this person as material, what fear of failing to attain the Grand Dao?
And Yujing was, after all, Master Xuanqing's home ground.
He swept his command banner, treading upon the Northern Dipper Seven Star Steps, incanting beneath his breath.
Outside the Twelve-Tiered Tower, human barricades rose higher and higher, until they were level with the twelfth story of the towering edifice.
