The two entered the void battlefield and stood facing each other, separated by a thousand zhang.
As Hun Tang gazed at Xiao Heng, her expression remained as lifeless as a corpse's, her eyes cold. With a clenched hand, a black, crystal-like longsword appeared in her grasp. As the sword emerged, an icy, razor-sharp aura suddenly filled the space, causing the temperature to plummet. The space within a hundred meters around her was directly frozen.
"To die beneath my sword is the honor of your life."
Glancing at the black ice sword, Xiao Heng was somewhat surprised. He loosely clenched his right hand, and pale red flames extended outward, forming a pale red longsword etched with four four-colored runes.
"Who lives and who dies is still uncertain. But if we're talking about swords, I think I can be your ancestor."
As soon as he finished speaking, Hun Tang frowned. Her figure suddenly flashed, and she appeared behind Xiao Heng with terrifying coldness in tow. The chill descended as she brought her sword down toward his head. A streak of sword light swept down, but in the final instant, it brushed past Xiao Heng.
Xiao Heng flashed away, spun around, and thrust his sword toward the woman. She abruptly retreated while stabbing forward with her own sword. The next moment, the pale red blade slipped past her black ice sword and shot straight toward her face. Black frost condensed before her, trying to block the strike.
The sword collided with the ice, immediately producing a piercing screech of friction. Vapor surged forth, and with a flash of his sword, Xiao Heng appeared a hundred zhang behind Hun Tang.
He glanced at where that black sword light had fallen. A black wave of ice spanning several thousand zhang suddenly emerged, and the void