What I'm Best At Is One Against Many

Ever since Song Zhong arrived in the Realm of the Heavens, whenever he fought other cultivators, he would first cut off their Universe Rings, then cut off their heads. Now that he employed this tactic again, he did so with exceptional skill and fluidity.

In an instant, the long blade in his hand struck heavily against his opponent's face.

At the same time, a phantom of a longsword suddenly surged forth from his opponent's body. At that moment, the cultivator from the Ninth Great Thousand World truly became a sharp sword, his head its keen sword tip.

His entire body was enveloped in a layer of golden sword aura, like divine radiance.

The next moment, the long blade collided with that sword aura, producing a ringing clang of metal striking metal.

Song Zhong immediately felt a terrifying rebounding force. Even his body was shaken back some distance, and surprise flashed in his eyes. Other than not using the Space Severing Divine Lightning, he had unleashed every method he possessed in that strike.

Yet his opponent had actually blocked it. That Heavenly Prodigy from the Ninth Great Thousand World truly had some skill.

But only some.

The golden sword aura that resembled divine light trembled violently beneath that strike, cracks spreading across it. In no more than the time of a breath, the sword aura completely shattered.

Immortal qi surged rapidly within Song Zhong's body. He shot forward once more, his long blade once again slashing toward his opponent's head.

He wanted to see how many times that sword aura of his could appear.

This strike was just as swift to the extreme.

With his sword aura broken, his opponent had clearly suffered internal injuries as well, his face turning pale. He raised his sharp sword again, but before it could