He had done his best, yet he couldn't inflict even the slightest injury on the War Venerable.
This was the chasm between an Eighth Realm Sword Cultivator and a Sword Immortal.
Then, he too lifted his head, his eyes sparkling as if he had made a decision.
"Finally, it's come to this...," Xue Wujian on the fortress couldn't help but sigh to Xia Daoyun beside him upon witnessing this scene.
Xia Daoyun remained silent, her gaze equally heavy.
She lifted her eyes, staring intently at the solitary figure beyond the city gates.
"But see at the place where cups are drained in a grand revelry, who among them is not full of charm?" she thought.
......
Above the Heaven's Vault,
Facing the War Venerable who stepped forward in void space.
Yu Canghai turned back silently.
He stood outside the city, looking inward.
He stood in the Heaven's Vault, overlooking Yumen Pass.
In his hand, he held a small boat, and in his heart, Yumen Pass, thus he gazed at this majestic fortress.
