Time flowed on.
The battle between Xu Qing and the Taoist Ancestor grew ever more intense. Xu Qing unleashed all sorts of techniques, but the Taoist Ancestor remained cross-legged in his original spot, not moving an inch from start to finish.
Hah...
Xu Qing took a deep breath, his gaze solemn. Though he had anticipated it, the Taoist Ancestor's strength still exceeded his expectations.
"What you have learned is far too muddled."
The Taoist Ancestor shook his head, able to perceive Xu Qing's condition. "Although you have mastered numerous True Artifacts and many True Techniques..."
"...but..."
"...you haven't organized or consolidated them systematically. You may appear to focus on the Sword Dao, having attained the Three Great Immortals, but you have failed to truly bring forth the Sword Dao's potential."
"Sigh..."
The Taoist Ancestor sighed. "In the end, you are no match for me."
"This battle should be over."
The moment his voice fell.
BOOM!
