"It seems today's match is unlikely to yield a victor." Wei Daoyuan suddenly halted his steps, coldly gazing at Xu Ruoyun the monk.
Xu Ruoyun the monk smiled faintly: "Master Wei, your words are mistaken. In the art of dueling, it's all about knowing when to stop. We've already sparred for quite a while today; it's time to bring this duel to an end."
As he finished speaking, he clasped his hands together, and an intense radiance suddenly erupted around him. Five fingers simultaneously pointed at Wei Daoyuan, and five beams of light merged into one, forming a colossal sword of light that struck toward Wei Daoyuan.
Seeing the dire situation, Wei Daoyuan urgently swung his Black Mist Sword to block the incoming attack. However, the power of the light sword was unimaginable—it directly disarmed him, sending his sword flying away.
"Ah!" Wei Daoyuan let out a cry of pain and fell to the ground. A deep gash had been cut across his chest by the light sword, blood flowing profusely.
