At this moment, high above Qingxuan Sect, Wang Shangren and the Zhang Ziling brothers were locked in fierce battle. Both sides had unleashed every killing move they possessed. Qingxuan Sect had already become a field of ruins, devoid of all life.
Thunderous booms rang out in the sky as violent spiritual energy exploded, blooming into bursts of dazzling radiance.
"You two will fall to me sooner or later!"
Wang Shangren sent Zhang Zishi flying. His robes were in tatters, and his body bore many wounds, yet his gaze remained fixed on Zhang Ziling.
Zhang Ziling was likewise covered in wounds. His already frail body had been dealt another crushing blow and showed signs of collapsing at any moment.
"Enough nonsense!"
At Zhang Ziling's call, Zhang Zishi charged forward once more, buying his elder brother a brief moment to catch his breath.
"You?"
Wang Shangren sneered disdainfully. Watching Zhang Zishi rush toward him, he formed a hand seal. A shower of golden light descended, transforming into countless tiny swords that sought to pierce Zhang Zishi's body and obliterate his soul.
"Watch out!"
Zhang Ziling shouted and launched himself forward, shoving Zhang Zishi aside. He took the shower of light himself. A halo spread around his body, and though it blocked the rain of light, his expression grew even more haggard, his body visibly withering away.
"This is what I was waiting for!"
Seeing this, Wang Shangren, who had waited for so long, finally seized the opening. He opened his mouth and spat out a blood sword. Its cold gleam flashed as it pierced through the light screen in an instant.
"Brother!"
Zhang Zishi roared in heart-rending fury, but he was too late to stop it. He could only watch the blood sword pass through Zhang Ziling's skull, leaving a bloody hole