How could Haotian become so powerful without any warning?

"Bang—!"

Two peerless Sword Qis collided explosively in midair!

They coiled around each other, wrestled, shrieked, neither willing to yield an inch.

Neither of these Sword Qis had been formed from pure spiritual power alone. They embodied the Dao Hearts, wills, and lifelong attainments in the Sword Dao of Haotian and Xuanyuan alike.

Victory or defeat depended solely on whose conviction was firmer, whose Sword Intent purer, and whose Dao foundation steadier!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The void erupted in successive thunderous blasts, deafening to the ear.

Sand and stones flew, violent winds howled, and heaven and earth changed color for tens of thousands of miles!

Countless Human Race elites hurriedly retreated, while commanders at every level rasped out orders, urgently directing their subordinates away from the heart of the battlefield.

How could mortals be allowed near a clash of Sword Qi at such a level? A single brush from it would leave neither corpse nor divine soul behind!

Just then...

The colossal qilin beast, which had been left dazed by the shockwave moments earlier, finally came to its senses.

A trace of vicious ferocity flashed across its savage, grotesque face. Its four limbs suddenly braced against the ground, and it rose with a thunderous boom.

Its bloody maw gaped wide, its throat churned, and it spewed forth streams of thick, ink-black poisonous mist once more.

The black fog gnawed bone and dissolved souls, enveloped in a nauseating stench as it rushed straight at Xuanyuan's face!

In that instant, Xuanyuan faced two enemies alone, yet stood as steady as mountains, showing not the slightest sign of defeat!

Instead, his expression remained calm, without even a ripple between his brows.

Haotian's heart clenched. He felt his opponent's Sword Intent surge like the tide, its edge so oppressive that even his breathing stalled