The blazing sword light and the golden giant sword that tore through the nine heavens radiated dazzling brilliance, illuminating heaven and earth.
Everyone at the venue stared fixedly at that battlefield.
Heaven and earth roared as violent energy surged out. Mountains collapsed, the earth split apart, and the savage sword-force energy formed a stormy forbidden zone that shrouded the world.
The scene fell silent. Everyone stared at the heaven and earth engulfed by energy.
Mysterious Yang Heavenly Venerate, the sect master of the Heavenly Mystery Sect, clenched the fingers hidden in his sleeve, his eyes locked on the scene as flames flickered within them. "Win. We must win. The First Legion must be secured!"
He cried out inwardly. Becoming a legion commander was of utmost importance to the Tianli Sect's future; it was a crucial position that held sway over the upper echelons of the Heavenly Dao Alliance.
How could he not be nervous? Xuan Zhen was his foremost disciple, the one in whom he had placed great hopes. At the same time, he feared even more that Xuan Zhen would be injured. After all, his opponent was a Tianli Sect powerhouse, and he had no confidence in the outcome.
The wind swept past, scattering the smoke and dust. The raging energy gradually subsided, and at last the battlefield was revealed.
Two people stood in the center of the battlefield, a thousand zhang apart.
Qianshan held a heavy sword, its tip resting against the ground, his breathing rapid. The blood-red battle markings on his body flickered in and out of sight, while Qi-Blood Power permeated his surroundings. He was like a savage bull after a berserk rampage, each breath carrying the rumble of wind and thunder.
Xuan Zhen was standing as well. His violet-gold sword floated before him, humming continuously,