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The Demon Lord's presence was surging, and his greed was showing. "Zhao Qian whispered beside me. She was an expert with the sword now, too, but hers was a magic sword, while mine was a killing sword. One excelled at spells, the other at swordsmanship. They followed different paths.
Li Xiangru, enduring the Ninth-Layer Sword Heaven high in the clouds, had been like a kite tossed about uncontrollably in a storm. But when the Ninth-Layer Sword Heaven reached its peak, countless rays of light suddenly condensed around him. He plunged straight downward, transforming his body into a sword, and charged directly at the Demon Lord!
Boom!
After the thunderous explosion, a huge chunk of the earth was sliced away and fell toward the dead star below. The Demon Lord stood upon the ground with his long sword held level, a strange expression on his face. His eyes had reddened as well!
Li Xiangru floated in the space diagonally below the Demon Lord. With his back to him, he swept out his long sword, his voice rising and falling in a rhythmic, unbroken sword song: "Come, bind the hundred weapons—Xiangru's Heavenly Sword bears its own mighty fame!"
The Demon Lord raised his head to the sky, then slightly opened his mouth and calmly exhaled. He, too, began reciting a sword song: "Even Jade Void, roaming the night, grows lost and confused; cold frost that ruins the realm delights the old enemy!"
The two Transcendent Immortals of the Second Tribulation did not ask about their wounds, but began with sword songs instead. Clearly, they both knew the verses by heart—or perhaps they understood each other's temperaments so well that they launched into their chants without the slightest pause. These continuous killing moves were enough to make anyone suffocate time and again.