The two stood suspended in the air. Even without making a single move, the spectators around them felt an immense pressure. Their mere auras weighed so heavily on them that they could barely lift their heads.
With a turn of his wrist in midair, the Clear Wind Sword appeared in Jade Lord Douluo's hand as though by magic. Beneath his feet, nine soul rings slowly rose.
"Kid, if you won't make a move, I'll go first."
His white robes fluttered despite the absence of wind. Holding the Clear Wind Sword, Jade Lord Douluo smiled at Zhao Xuan.
"Please, Senior." Zhao Xuan replied with a smile.
"Good kid."
A sharp glint flashed through Jade Lord Douluo's eyes. His entire figure suddenly vanished from where he stood, and in the next instant, countless white silhouettes appeared around Zhao Xuan, all thrusting their swords toward him.
"Clear wind... everywhere."
Zhao Xuan murmured softly as he watched the figures surrounding him, a flash of light passing through his eyes.
But that wasn't nearly enough before my eyes.
Even if he transformed into the wind and created countless clones, Jade Lord Douluo had only one true body in the end. For Zhao Xuan, who was well versed in divine consciousness, finding that true body could not have been easier.
"Below!"
Zhao Xuan shouted softly. A Thunder Long Spear suddenly appeared in his hand, and he thrust it downward beneath himself.
A figure suddenly emerged from the empty air below. The longsword clashed with Zhao Xuan's Thunder Long Spear, and countless sword energies erupted at once, shredding the spear formed from divine lightning.
Zhao Xuan quickly released his grip and avoided the sword energy that curled toward him. His body tilted backward as the incoming longsword streaked past like a silver bolt of lightning. A faint