He felt extremely aggrieved to have died at Jing Le's hands, but now that his strength has reached the limit of this world, he has nothing to fear from Jing Le.

Jing Le could naturally see that the opponent's strength was no longer what it used to be, but so what?

Did he really think that just because he had the strength of a peak Nascent Soul cultivator, he couldn't do anything to him?

She has an ultimate weapon to deal with monsters: merit.

This is a versatile and powerful tool.

It is also the nemesis of all monsters.

"Is that so? How do you intend to be impolite? He's just a defeated opponent. You're not thinking of running away again this time, are you?"

Jing Le's expression showed no joy. He also flicked his hand, and a transparent sword appeared in his hand. It was just an ordinary sword formed from spiritual energy, nothing special.

Compared to the opponent's sword, which exuded a chilling aura, it was utterly ordinary.

The tone of his voice was enough to drive the other person crazy.

Isn't this a reminder to the Grand Preceptor, this defeated opponent, that he couldn't defeat Jing Le and thus died as a shield?

"Hmph, enough nonsense, today I'll let you taste my power."

The Imperial Advisor had no intention of underestimating Jing Le; no one knew Jing Le's strength better than him.

He gripped the sword hilt tightly and attacked Jing Le.

The black-clad spirit sword arrived before Jing Le, its force so great that the narrow passageway trembled.

"Clang—"

Jing Le calmly raised his hand, his spiritual power fully covering the sword, easily blocking the attack coming from the front.

The fierce wind made their clothes flutter, and the Grand Preceptor, whose attack had failed, continued his assault.

Jing Le wasn't about to let him succeed, easily deflecting all of his attacks.

After understanding the opponent's strength, he stopped wasting words, his eyes narrowed, and he said, "It's my turn to attack now."

Just as Jing Le said, it was its turn to attack next.

With a flick of his wrist, even more spiritual energy surged into the sword, accompanied by several strands of golden light of merit.

It was like a golden dragon swimming across the transparent blade.

He raised his sword and swung it at the Imperial Advisor.