The Solar Demon Blade left its sheath. Its edge was peerlessly sharp; as golden light flashed, scorching currents of air surged forth, transforming into a torrential rain of molten lava that cleaved straight down at Xiang Yang. Combined with the blade intent brimming with demonic nature, it truly was a rare masterpiece of the blade path.
With this strike, Zuo Li held back nothing. He had unleashed the full extent of his power. In the Heavenly Man Realm, very few could receive it.
Unfortunately, Zuo Li's opponent was Xiang Yang. That had already decided the outcome of this battle.
In terms of blade cultivation in the present age, Xiang Yang had already reached the summit, worthy of being called the foremost man in the Nineteen Provinces. Even the sect master of the Blade Demon lineage, the Demon Blade who had attained the Dao, had to rank beneath the Heavenly Blade. Thus, Xiang Yang's discernment in the blade path was likewise unparalleled under heaven.
Though he had never studied the cultivation method of the Solar Demon Blade, what he saw told him that this blade was fierce and tyrannical, its demonic sun overshadowing the world, its vital energy incomparably abundant. It was indeed a first-rate killing move, no weaker than any individual blade technique of the Seven Limits.
Yet a lone yin could not endure, and a lone yang could not give birth. Most things in this world followed the principle of balance between positive and negative. The yang energy of this blade was too excessive, and in the end, it could never achieve perfection.
Still, a blade was dead while a man was alive. In Xiang Yang's eyes, the Solar Demon Blade could also be considered a blade that could neither be broken nor defeated. So long as a practitioner