Zhang Sanfeng Admits Defeat, Alliance Takes Shape

"Fine, then one move will decide the victor!" Zhang Sanfeng readily agreed, fully circulating the Pure Yang Limitless Skill. The True Martial Sword in his hand shone brilliantly.

Streams of sharp sword intent gathered endlessly around Zhang Sanfeng like a rain of light.

In the end, that rain-like sword intent converged into a giant sword that pierced the heavens.

Zhang Sanfeng held the True Martial Sword in his right hand and formed a sword gesture with his left, pointing it at Su Chen from afar.

The heaven-piercing giant sword behind him followed his movement and pointed at Su Chen as well.

Seeing this, Su Chen's expression remained unchanged. He gripped the Tiger Soul Fierce Blade tightly as blade intent began to gather and baleful energy gradually boiled over.

The Heaven Devouring Style of the Seven Limits was brewing.

As Su Chen prepared his killing move, a terrifying phenomenon appeared in the sky—yin and yang inverted, while heaven and earth fell into chaos.

Though they stood far apart, Zhang Sanfeng could still sense immense pressure from this move.

His expression immediately darkened.

Why is this brat's killing move so formidable? Could it be that I'll lose to him today?

As that thought flashed through his mind, Zhang Sanfeng's face grew even more solemn.

If he lost to Su Chen today, not only would his lifelong reputation be ruined, but he would also be forced aboard Su Chen's pirate ship and join him in opposing the Ancient Experts.

Either consequence was more serious than the last, and neither was something Zhang Sanfeng wished to see.

With that thought in mind, he once again squeezed out every ounce of his strength, forcefully raising his true energy and pouring it all into the heaven-piercing giant sword behind him.

Empowered by that surge of strength,