Three Gods Block the Way

A streak of sword light, like the moon over the vast cold heavens, was icy and murderous. Countless people across heaven and earth saw a fleeting flash of sword light sweep through the void, yet it could go no farther before Yan Qingshan.

"Whoosh!"

Amid a cry of the sword, light and shadow darted away. His first strike having failed, Li Chunjun reacted with remarkable speed, using the Sword Escape Technique to instantly pull away from Yan Qingshan's side before gathering Divine Power for another wave of attacks.

"Blind Swordsman, are you sure you can handle this? Why don't we take him together?"

Chu Qing spoke from nearby. Though he suggested attacking together, he did not gather Divine Power. Instead, he merely put on a show to draw Yan Qingshan's attention.

After all, he and Li Chunjun had not seen each other for many years, and they could not immediately establish enough coordination. Fighting together now would easily expose flaws and disrupt Li Chunjun's offensive. Provoking their enemy with words would instead offer greater assistance.

"Not yet."

Li Chunjun shook his head. He stretched out his hand and gripped the hilt of the iron sword in his palm. The blade slowly rose as he said in a somewhat hoarse voice, "It's about time."

He raised his hand, and blood flowed from his fingertips, swiftly staining the iron sword in his grasp. As the blood seeped in, the rust spots on the iron sword gradually vanished. In the end, a longsword radiating boundless sharpness floated before him. Sword qi surged from it, gradually tearing apart even the void.

"This sword has been nurtured by me for many years. With one strike, it slays gods."

Li Chunjun formed a sword seal and flicked his finger. A streak of sword light shot forth,