When he had gone up the mountain, he had been the Supreme Lord Taihua—the founding patriarch of the Taihua Sword Dao. But when he came down, he was merely a commoner in plain clothes from the woods and springs, the Lord Taihua who had learned the sword and brought thunder crashing down the mountain. This move brought with it thunderous Taihua lightning that filled the sky, so of course he had to clash head-on with my sword song!
Whether he could keep up with it, though, was another matter!
Though Lord Mengxue was a step slower, he was a cut above Lord Taihua when it came to wielding the Sword Realm. To Mengxue, swords were like two conducting batons; as they rose and fell, the Sword Realm surged and ebbed like a frigid tide. White clouds and frosty winds drifted into being, and the Sword Realm took shape with them. Lord Mengxue sang, "White clouds rise beneath the sky once more, frosty winds sweep across the first frigid tides of a thousand mountains. The paths across the immortal wilderness grow sparse again—think not of the prince and fly away! Upper Immortal Dao! First Frost Tide!"
Rumble!
This time, Lord Mengxue's sword song was different from before. In the stillness, frosty winds suddenly appeared, and the first frigid tide rising among the thousand mountains roared fiercely. The entire wilderness seemed to be swept by howling gales in a blizzard, until nothing remained around us. Apart from wind and snow, everything vanished. Wherever that wind and snow went, it advanced without pause. Standing in the sky, she brought the blizzard surging toward me!
The lightning-and-snow sky blotted out heaven and earth. I could not see what lay beyond the arena, so naturally I could not see the expressions of Li Poxiao, Xia