Hearing the sword light's transmitted voice, Ji Jingqiu instead calmed down.
He thought, since it's a Tao struggle in the Heavenly King Field, it couldn't possibly be a dead end. Even if the opponent had remnants of a True Saint, they should be restricted to the level of Heavenly Kings.
Thinking of this, he felt not fear, but rather a surge of battle intent.
This surge of battle intent seemed to stimulate the youth, making the other person come back to his senses, retracting his gaze, and looking at him.
"I had a hard time reviving disciples of my sect, yet they died by your hand. How should I deal with you?" the black-robed youth sighed.
Ji Jingqiu shook his head and said, "Senior, you're overwhelmed yourself, without the excess strength to save others. That person was already half-dead, but under my fists, they left without regret."
The black-robed youth merely lowered his eyelids slightly and did not speak again.
