Tong Xiu had ultimately held back. It wasn't a life-and-death struggle, but his injuries would likely take half a year to heal.
He raised his palm and gently exhaled, his complexion somewhat pale.
Even though he was almost at the level of Dao Integration, having not passed the Heart Demon Tribulation, he ultimately couldn't harness the grand power of heaven and earth as naturally.
If he hadn't crossed the Dao Integration Heavenly Tribulation himself, the outcome of this match would have truly been uncertain.
Everyone stared in shock at the scene before them, holding their breath for a long time.
Xi Qingyi's face was pale, her hand tightly gripping the longsword at her waist. Wenren Pingxin said nothing, only sighing regretfully.
It wasn't just the Sword Sect; all the other sects watching this scene also heaved melancholic sighs.
The Dao Sect... it was still *that* Dao Sect. The gap in strength was like a chasm.
