Monarch of Time

This second silhouette that appeared in front of him belonged to a young woman who was dressed in pure white robes, and had long silver hair that reached down to her waist.

Even though her facial features couldn't be discerned, from the way she carried herself and how she wasn't in a rush to make the first move, Shun Long could guess that this woman had a calm and collected look on her face as she looked at him, before her gaze inspected the rest of the palace hall around her.

Of course, just like Shun Long and the brown-robed young man that Shun Long had faced a few minutes ago, this young woman's cultivation was naturally at the early rank 1 of the Heaven grade as well.

After all, the rules of the Dao Tower were the same for everyone.

After inspecting the young man in front of her for a few seconds, the white-robed young woman's body was suddenly surrounded by a gust of wind as she lifted herself in the air, and as she looked at the yellow-robed young man who was still sitting cross-legged on the floor without moving, she said in a calm but frigid tone, her voice resounding throughout the entire palace hall

''Prepare yourself or die!''

Without waiting for a response, the silver-haired young woman pointed her hand towards him before tens of wind blades appeared in the air around her.

After staying still in the air for a few moments, the wind blades all flew towards Shun Long at the same time, barraging him at once.

With a calm smile on his face, Shun Long looked at the young woman in front of him who was hovering in their confidently as she waited for her attack to land, before he calmly raised his right hand and punched the air in front of him once, creating a large space tear the size of a normal person.

The silver-haired young woman took a step back in disbelief as she saw her wind blades all disappear inside the space tear that Shun Long had casually opened with a single punch, but before she could even process what was going on, her wind blades had already appeared from behind her.

Before the silver-haired young woman had enough time to realize what happened and move out of the way, her body was riddled with wounds and holes as her own wind blades ended up tearing her apart.

Falling on the floor of the palace hall with her consciousness on the verge of fading, the young woman raised her head with extreme difficulty to look at the yellow-robed young man who was sitting opposite to her and had yet to move a single step since their fight started. She was simply unwilling to accept that she had really lost just like this, but she only managed to see Shun Long sit casually at the center of the hall for a single moment, before her body finally broke apart into countless motes of light.

Of course, what the silver-haired young woman didn't know, was that the reason why Shun Long didn't move from his seat was in order to place more pressure on himself.

Fighting against the brown-robed young man had made him realize that using his spatial blade wasn't really helping him increase his comprehension in his Dao of Space.

Thus, he decided against using it, or his blink, unless he really faced a powerful opponent.

As for the space tear that he had created during the fight that sucked in the young woman's wind blades, Shun Long could only use it when he was fighting opponents whose comprehension of their Dao was at the same level as his Dao of Space at most.

Otherwise, if the young woman's comprehension of her Dao of Wind actually exceeded his comprehension of his Dao of Space, Shun Long guessed that his space tear wouldn't be able to absorb every single wind blade, and would most likely end up crumbling halfway after absorbing around 40 percent of the wind blades instead.

After all, the space tears could only absorb an enemy's attacks, depending on Shun Long's strength and his own Dao comprehension.

No Dao was omnipotent.

Everything relied on a cultivator's own strength in the end.

Of course, in situations where his comprehension of his Dao of Space and his opponent's were at the same level, Shun Long was confident that he could win every single fight.

He had yet to meet someone who was strong enough to fight him head-on.

The only exception so far was when Shun Long fought against Jiang Chen, but to match Shun Long's power when he was utilizing his Dao of Space, Jiang Chen needed to use his Demonic Dao, as well as his rank 1 star-rank weapon and a Saint low-grade martial skill.

Of course, Jiang Chen could also fight Shun Long even without his Demonic Wings when Shun Long was only using his Dao of Space, but in that case, he wouldn't be the one who had the advantage during the fight and could only be placed in a passive position instead, where he would only be able to defend himself.

As for the silver-haired young woman whose comprehension of her Dao was still at the Heaven grade, it was impossible for her to last for even a few seconds against Shun Long when he fought seriously.

Nevertheless, if Shun Long had to compare her with the brown-robed young man from before, Shun Long believed that the young woman would most likely emerge as the victor if the 2 of them fought against each other, and she wouldn't need more than 15 minutes to do so.

As the young woman's body turned into motes of light, a portion of that light didn't disperse but instead, it was absorbed in Shun Long's white token instead.

Shun Long continued to sit cross-legged on the ground without moving, as he waited for his next fight to begin.

...

In the blink of an eye, a day soon passed, as Shun Long stared at the body of a robust middle-aged man in front of him, that had started to turn into motes of light before it slowly disappeared from the palace hall.

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