"Of course. The heritage of a Major Sect isn't just for show, and their True Disciples are no fools. Zhong Ming's abilities have been on display for a while now. How could they not have thought of a way to counter him?"
"That's why I said it was a mistake for him to challenge the entire city by himself. Even the strongest Cultivator has a weakness. Since he's treating the prodigies of Qinghe Prefecture City as his opponents, he can't blame every Cultivator in the city for targeting him. And with so many talented people, there's bound to be one he can't deal with on his own."
Zhong Ming's apparent "helplessness" caused some to sigh. Di Yun... thought so as well.
As the flute's song swelled to a crescendo, the thousands upon thousands of Water Swords formed a churning, roaring celestial river suspended high in the sky. Billowing Sword Qi surged within it, threatening to rip apart the curtain of rain.
