No matter how you calculate, there's no difference. At least, that's how it seemed in Di Lingtian's eyes. Regardless of what trump cards Long Yan might still have, even if his Cold Saber was ineffective against Long Yan, in terms of sheer strength, he was still above him.
As for that dangerous blade light from before, Di Lingtian estimated that Long Yan wouldn't be able to unleash it again. After all, even he had only seen it used once by an Immortal from the Liu Family. Clearly, this youngster still harbored many secrets, but once Long Yan was dead—
All of those things would belong to him. The thought brought a trace of pleasure to Di Lingtian.
But, of course, things couldn't possibly go exactly as Di Lingtian wished. With a flip of his palm, the last Rainstorm Pear Flower Needle appeared in Long Yan's hand.
