Battle with the Sword Saint

Before the battle began, Zhang Ruochen was aware of the difference between his skills and Ling Feiyu's.

One was a peerless Sword Saint who had trained for at least 300 years while the other was a Half Saint who had barely hit the 30 year mark. The difference was humongous, the former would be a metaphor for a Sword Master Guru, the latter would be a simple naïve child.

But Zhang Ruochen was curious. How big is the gap?

This fight would be necessary to find out.

The Saint Soul started funnelling Holy Qi from the surroundings to Zhang Ruochen, The massive flow of energy formed into a rainbow coloured mist.

Whoosh!

The Sword Spirit had been awoken.

The Taotian Sword glimmered with a striking ray of light. The Destruction of the Thousand-patterns thrust from the sword towards Ling Feiyu.

The more inscriptions that were activated, the more powerful the Destruction of the Thousand-patterns would be.