"You shouldn't celebrate too soon. I alone am enough to slay you!" Young Lord Ghost Luck was completely enraged. His original arrangements had fallen far short of their intended effect; one could well imagine the fury in his heart.
On the contrary, he had been thoroughly outmaneuvered by Ye Xiwen. In terms of schemes and calculations, he seemed to have been utterly defeated by Ye Xiwen.
Young Lord Ghost Luck took one step forward and directly struck out with a heaven-shaking palm technique, transforming it into a beast claw. Its power was terrifying; the Myriad Realms seemed as though they would utterly collapse beneath this claw.
This was not his own martial art, but a technique he had comprehended while plundering the fortune of a ferocious beast. Its power was exceedingly savage.
Even heaven and earth seemed about to transform into beasts.
At that moment, a golden longsword appeared in Ye Xiwen's hand. He immediately thrust it out, like an antelope hanging its horns—without the slightest trace of a pattern. His cultivation and comprehension of the sword dao had been brought fully to bear.
"Ye Xiwen, today I'll show you just how wrong you are. Don't think that killing Young Lord Skyfox makes you my match. Even if Young Lord Skyfox stood before me, he still wouldn't be my opponent!" Young Lord Ghost Luck said with complete confidence. He clawed down directly, as though he meant to rip apart the heavens themselves. The force of that claw actually rose above the heavens.
Clang!
The longsword and beast claw collided fiercely in midair, scattering sparks in every direction. Both men retreated continuously, pulling apart.
The two appeared evenly matched; if anything, Young Lord Ghost Luck seemed somewhat stronger.
"That's all there is to it!"
"Beast Commands the Heavens!" Young Lord Ghost