Dual Sword School

The battle devolved into a chaotic melee, and a grueling one at that.

"Ooh!"

The Sacred Elephant swung its injured trunk and charged furiously at Fan Lang, aiming its tusks straight at him.

Those two tusks were anything but ordinary. They already counted as treasures, engraved with Dao-seal runes capable of piercing the heavens and striking the earth.

Fan Lang unleashed Thoughts Swordplay and slashed with his sword, creating thousands of threads.

People had countless troubles, and even more countless thoughts.

Thoughts Swordplay encompassed all manner of thoughts: the exhilaration of settling grudges, the sorrow of yearning for a beloved, the unwavering loyalty of taking a blade for a friend, and the ruthless coldness of slaughtering in every direction.

Each kind of thought manifested through a different style of swordsmanship.

Fan Lang divided his focus, wielding several different sword arts at once as he attacked the Sacred Elephant. He forcibly drove it back, sending it crashing into a corner of the grand hall.

The Sacred Elephant had been struck by several swords and was covered in wounds. It let out a long cry as holy light bloomed from its body, its injuries healing at a rapid pace.

Seizing the chance, Fan Lang and Yun Feiyang rushed together toward the Central Hub Pearl.

The Jiang Sisters were not about to allow that.

"Get lost, you lowly people! You are not allowed near us! You are not worthy of appearing within a hundred paces of us!" Jiang Yushuang shouted angrily, freeing one hand to attack Fan Lang and Yun Feiyang. As a Mystic Saint, she was formidable indeed, and her attack was anything but ordinary.

A white divine bird condensed before her. It beat its wings violently, scattering razor-sharp feathers that rained down like a storm upon Fan Lang and Yun Feiyang,