The Terminally Ill Young Master of the Baek Clan

Yi-gang understood.

It was as though a voice was telling him.

「Heh heh, there’s no gravity in the descendant’s sword. Instead of moving rashly, you should cleave a mountain with a single strike.」

If it were the Immortal Divine Sword, that’s what he would have said.

「Is that the best you can do with the Heavenly Thunder Bell? If it were me, I’d have already taken the heads of all three.」

Yi-gang would likely have retorted, “How can you just cut off their heads?” but if it were the Blue-Eyed Mad Demon, that’s exactly what she would have said.

「Once the priest fully masters the telekinetic sword technique, you need not even hold the sword in your hand to display the same skill.」

If it were Zhang Sanfeng, he would have gently advised so.

But right now, there was no one by Yi-gang’s side.