Outside the Spirit Creek World, in Outer Space.
The fierce battle between Jiang Ping An and Ouyang Hongyun was like stars colliding, an endless spectacle unfolding beneath the vast heavens.
Their figures wove through the void. Every clash was like the most dazzling fireworks between heaven and earth, illuminating the surrounding chaos and darkness.
Immortal Spiritual Qi flowed ceaselessly around Jiang Ping An. Every punch he threw carried the power to split mountains and shatter stone, as though it could pierce the nine heavens and ten lands, tearing the void open in shocking fissures.
His fists whistled through the air with thunderous roars, shaking the space around him and revealing the depth of his cultivation and his boundless will to fight.
The long sword in Ouyang Hongyun's hand gleamed with a chilling light. At the slightest tremor of its tip, ten thousand sword rays burst forth, each sharp enough to sever anything in the world—even the empty void.
His swordsmanship was swift and precise, with an indescribable agility and unpredictability. It was as though he could discern his opponent's slightest movement, anticipate it, and deliver a fatal blow.
Both men's movements were unfathomable, their speed astonishing.
Watching from afar, Zhang Zhiyuan grew frantic. He had thought this battle would end with Jiang Ping An's death, but events had not unfolded as he expected.
Though Jiang Ping An was often at a disadvantage and covered in sword wounds, he simply would not die.
How long would this battle last? A hundred years? Even longer?
Crack!
After countless clashes between Ouyang Hongyun and Jiang Ping An, a crack appeared in the immortal sword Ouyang Hongyun held.
Ouyang Hongyun's expression froze.
What happened?
His sword had cracked!
This was a Heavenly Immortal-grade sword, incomparably sturdy. Yet it had been damaged!
Since obtaining it,