Victory and Defeat Decided

Duàn Yì still stood calmly where he was. Even though Qū Dōng Liú had displayed such fierce and savage power, he did not waver in the slightest. Instead, he silently analyzed and assessed the subtleties and flaws of his opponent's qi taking form.

"Duàn Yì, die!"

With a thunderous roar from Qū Dōng Liú, the Asura Yaksha Manifestation around his body transformed into a streak of light, forcing apart time and space as it flew toward Duàn Yì. Black clouds and mist churned along its path, blood qi spread out, and beneath its heaven-shrouding force, its momentum was vast—like the underworld descending upon the mortal realm. Rolling Yin Sha Qi spread up from beneath the earth.

This Yin Sha Qi had accumulated over hundreds, even thousands, of years in places steeped in yin and balefulness. Once it erupted, the upheaval it caused was as violent as an earthquake.

Sand and soil collapsed, trees shook loose, and cracks gaped like abysses...

"Sword Eight."

The streak of light vanished in a flash. Surging force, containing countless great perils, rushed head-on toward him. Two flashes of sword light passed through Duàn Yì's eyes. His slender, fair right hand, smooth as jade, formed a sword-finger seal, and two sword qi beams over three meters long, crossed like the character eight, screamed forth.

At the same time, he drove strength through his legs. The ground rippled like waves upon water, spreading outward in layer after layer and blocking the dense, uncontrollable Yin Sha Qi rising from below.

Pfft, pfft. The sword qi slashed into the Asura Yaksha manifestation like two divine swords descending from heaven, stabbing straight into the yaksha's ribs. Cracked, tortoise-shell-like marks swiftly emerged, and their collision unleashed a shocking shockwave.

The earth looked as if it had been savagely scraped by a