Yang Sheng Makes His Move

A glint flashed through Yang Sheng's eyes, and an ancient-looking longsword appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Chu Tianlei let out a cold laugh and likewise summoned a Sacred Sword gleaming with chilling light.

Both were Top-grade Sacred Artifacts—their bonded weapons.

The two attacked almost simultaneously. Sword light arced like rainbows, instantly weaving into a dazzling net of light.

Yang Sheng's swordsmanship was elegant and nimble. Every stroke contained endless variations, making him impossible to guard against.

Chu Tianlei, on the other hand, fought with broad, powerful movements. His sword force was fierce and domineering, and every strike contained the power to destroy heaven and earth.

Two completely different sword arts collided, erupting in thunderous detonations.

The entire sky was torn apart by Sword Qi, and countless cracks spread like a spiderweb.

Yang Sheng tread upon the void, his figure drifting unpredictably. Sword light followed him like a shadow, leaving no opening.

Chu Tianlei, meanwhile, met ten thousand changes with constancy. He stood between heaven and earth, allowing the Sword Qi to sweep in every direction.

The two came and went, their sword light intertwining. Every collision triggered an earth-shaking explosion.

Those watching from afar found their vision swimming. They could not see the battle's details at all.

Changyang Wuji and the others were both shaken and delighted. They had never expected Yang Sheng to be so powerful.

The ancestors of the Eight Great Ancient Families wore solemn expressions, deeply aware that this battle concerned the survival of Shenwu Star.

Chu Tianlei gradually began to feel strained. He had not expected Yang Sheng's strength to be so formidable.

He gave a cold snort, and the longsword in his hand suddenly erupted with blinding, icy light.

"Sky Wolf Devouring Sun!" Chu Tianlei shouted, and the sword light transformed into