"Brother Ye, you forced my hand. I originally had no intention of doing this, but how would I know unless I tried? How could I force out your true limits without giving it a shot?"
Qin Tian grew stronger with every setback. In that fleeting instant of exchanged blows, he gained a clear understanding of the young man before him!
The world laughed at him for being too crazy, while he laughed at the world for failing to see through things. Only at this moment did he realize that the young man before him was no ordinary person, but an expert capable of challenging those beyond his realm.
"Master, although I don't understand what you mean, what you're thinking, or what your purpose is in doing this, I know you must have your reasons."
Qin Tian refused to back down. During their exchange just now, he had already fallen into an obvious disadvantage. It was just that unless one looked closely, it was truly difficult to notice.
In truth, he would never have known how frightening the exchange was without experiencing it himself. Before the fight, he had been confident that his Seven Forms of Heaven's Rupture could suppress even a powerful foe!
Only after exchanging blows did he discover that things were not so simple. After all his effort, he had achieved not the slightest effect. Instead, he had repeatedly found himself in peril and had nearly been knocked down by his opponent.
As one side waned, the other waxed. His opponent remained utterly composed, while he appeared exceptionally battered. Now it seemed that it had all been nothing more than wishful thinking on his part.
"Sword, come."
In some unknown place, thousands upon thousands of treasured swords stood densely embedded in the valley like gravestones. This was none other than the place where White Cloud Temple stored its swords, a place called Burial Sword Valley.
Suddenly, deep within that place, the thousands upon thousands of treasured swords began to tremble. Sword intent after sword intent shot into the heavens, as though they had received the summons of the king among swords.
"Good lad, you really have something. I never thought you would cultivate this move to such a level."
The Abbot of White Cloud stroked his beard, brimming with delight.
The Seven Forms of Heaven's Rupture had been an unparalleled technique that he and his good friend had each obtained through a fortuitous coincidence!
Although it was merely an incomplete version, it had still left them wildly excited. After painstakingly studying it for countless years and through endless ages, they had finally used it as a foundation to deduce unparalleled techniques suited to their own cultivation!
One had comprehended the Seven Forms of Heaven's Rupture, while the other had comprehended the Supreme Nine Swords. Relying on these two unparalleled techniques, they had even dominated the myriad heavens and worlds.
The two had cooperated and competed with each other, but most of the time they had cherished one another as kindred spirits. In their quest to resolve their doubts, they had also crossed swords at the pinnacle. In the end, the Supreme Nine Swords of his old friend, Ye Xiaoyao, had still come out slightly ahead.
Today, the other party's descendant had entered White Cloud Temple carrying that Brocade Pouch. What did this signify? It signified that fate had arranged things once more, allowing their two unparalleled techniques to clash again—only this time, through the hands of their descendants.
Whoosh!
Just then, a sound tore through the air. Thousands upon thousands of treasured swords converged into a gigantic Sword Dragon, hovering high above and circling around Qin Tian.
"I have a sword that can move mountains and fill seas. I wonder if you can receive it!"
Qin Tian's clothes fluttered without any wind. Sword Qi surged from every inch of his body, shooting into the heavens and churning the winds and clouds.
At some point, a pitch-black long sword had appeared in his hand, carrying an air that seemed to look down upon all beneath heaven.
With a saber in one hand and a sword in the other, there was not the slightest sense of incongruity. Clearly, this was one of his trump cards. It seemed he had truly begun to take the battle seriously.
"Interesting. As expected of a peerless prodigy personally taught by the Abbot of White Cloud—calm and unhurried in the face of trouble, wielding his techniques with ease. Looks like I'll have to be a little careful too."
Ye Yang had thought this was merely an ordinary spar, but he had not expected it to be fraught with danger, every punch landing solidly and every move carrying lethal intent.
If his reactions had not been fast enough and he had not possessed sufficient strength, his life might already have been lost.
"Are you kidding me? Could fate really be playing a joke on me? Can you actually shoot with both hands at once, wielding a saber in one hand and a sword in the other to perform the legendary Dual Blades Mastery?"
Ye Yang became vigilant at this moment as well, because he knew just how formidable this move of his opponent's was.
The first form of the Seven Forms of Heaven's Rupture, the Startling Swan Slash, had already amazed him enough. He had never expected Qin Tian to still possess a secret technique of his own, allowing him to unleash twice the firepower.
"Brother Ye, forgive me!"
His momentum soared like a rainbow. With a sweep of the long sword in his hand, the flow of energy drew the myriad treasured swords into motion, and the Sword Dragon they formed immediately responded!
"Roar!" The Sword Dragon suspended in midair let out a long howl and pounced toward Ye Yang.
"Brother Ye, I'm sorry. Although this is only a spar, I still have to give it my all."
This had not been Qin Tian's original intention, but plans could never keep up with changes. He could only adapt on the spot, resulting in the opening scene of merging man and sword as one and displaying Dual Blades Mastery!
"Interesting. This move has some substance. Unfortunately, it's still lacking."
In his previous life, Ye Yang had nearly broken through to the legendary realm of the Martial Ancestor. His understanding of the sword path was so profound that he spotted his opponent's flaw at a glance.
Although this move possessed astonishing might and tremendous destructive power that left people sighing in amazement, it also had a fatal weakness.
Ye Yang's eyes narrowed. The pitch-black long sword traced a dazzling arc through the air, its tip trembling faintly as though it contained the weight of mountains and rivers.
There have been countless people who wanted to kill me, Ye Yang, but I'm still alive and well!
With the cosmos in his grasp, all would be arranged. He would respond to infinite changes with constancy, standing as steady as an immovable mountain, firm as a rock!
"Brother Ye, take my move!"
Qin Tian had already made his decision. His body suddenly rose into the air and merged with the suspended Sword Dragon. His entire person transformed into a black bolt of lightning and shot straight toward Ye Yang.
"Seven Forms of Heaven's Rupture, all seven forms as one—break for me!"
Man and sword became one. Sword light swirled around his body as he entered the sword with his own body. Wherever the Sword Dragon passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, leaving behind fissures visible to the naked eye!
The winds howled between heaven and earth, and the grass and trees trembled. A shocking scene of mountains and rivers convulsing, sword intent soaring into the sky, suddenly unfolded.
"Has it come? Your lethal finishing move?"
Seeing this, Ye Yang's expression turned solemn. His hands rapidly formed seals as faint golden halos rose around his body, preparing to receive this strike powerful enough to shake heaven and earth.
"Good lad, you really have something. I never thought you would actually cultivate the Golden Body of Primordial Law. Now there's going to be a good show. I just wonder how far my good disciple's disciple can go?"
The two great prodigies had already fought themselves into a furious state. Although things remained within a controllable range, the destructive power they had unleashed had long since exceeded his expectations.
"Forget it. If you're going to fight, then fight. One must ultimately follow one's true heart. Since that's the case, I'll help you two one more time."
The Abbot of White Cloud rarely revealed such a solemn expression, for even he had not anticipated this turn of events.
"Qiankun in my grasp, stars shifting and constellations turning!"
At this moment, heaven and earth transformed, and mountains and rivers overturned. With his profound, heaven-reaching methods, the old man completely sealed this stretch of heaven and earth, preventing their battle from causing even greater destruction.
"Abbot, although I don't know what your purpose is, since we've already begun, there's no turning back once the bow is drawn. Take my sword!"
The two attacked at the same time. With a boom, a world-shaking explosion rang out.
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