A Sword Across the Heavens, Ending the Ages

"Betting is closed. The match begins!"

As Gou Paili's voice crashed down like a great bell, spiritual energy surged violently around Yue Fei Xian. The blue sword of light in her hand was instantly enveloped by Water Law power flowing like mercury.

In an instant, the void trembled. A hundred-zhang blue water dragon took shape from a vortex of laws. Its whiskers lashed wildly like steel whips, its scales gleamed with a cold, ghostly light, and it opened a maw large enough to swallow mountains as it pounced at Luo Fei Ye with overwhelming pressure.

Before this hundred-zhang water dragon that blotted out the sky, Luo Fei Ye's slender figure seemed as small as dust, as though the dragon needed only to close its jaws lightly to crush him into powder.

Icy water vapor rushed at them, stinging the cheeks of the cultivators watching nearby. The air was thick with suffocating pressure.

Just as everyone believed the outcome had been decided, Luo Fei Ye finally moved.

With a slight flick of his distinct-knuckled wrist, the green flying sword that had been quietly hovering beneath his feet flew into his right hand as though it possessed a spirit.

Then the veins on his arms bulged as he slowly raised the green flying sword above his head. As the sword rose, spiritual energy around him churned madly. A sharp sword intent shot into the heavens, and ripples appeared in the surrounding space, as though it could no longer bear the burden of that sword intent.

When the blue sword of light and the hundred-zhang water dragon closed to within several dozen zhang, Luo Fei Ye gripped the green flying sword above his head with both hands. His eyes were neither fully open nor fully closed, and his aura sank into an eerie