"Such an overbearing aura. This man was a sword cultivator!" Murong Yuan thought to himself. Lin Taichu, standing opposite him, was also a sword cultivator, and his aura was powerful—not inferior to Murong Yuan's.
Boom! Crack! Boom! Crack! Another peal of thunder rang out. This time, the lightning was even more terrifying, tearing apart the void. Long spears hung in the air, their cold gleam flashing with suffocating majesty.
World-Destroying Demon Spear Art! Divine light shot from Lin Taichu's eyes as a demonic aura capable of destroying heaven and earth surged into the sky, shredding the void into fragments. Endless currents of destruction ran rampant.
At the same time, an unrivaled radiance of the Thunder Rule erupted from Lin Taichu's body. He raised his head, his gaze looking down upon all things like an unparalleled war god commanding lightning.
He stepped forward, his body straight and upright. Terrifying sword intent flowed from him, as though he himself were a sword, ever ready to slay his enemies.
Lin Taichu slowly rose into the air and extended a finger forward. His palm trembled as wisps of fine Thunder Sword intent coiled around it, releasing astonishing sword might.
"Die!" Lin Taichu spat out coldly. A terrifying sword light immediately shot forth, piercing heaven and earth and cleaving through space. Wherever it passed, all things fell silent.
Murong Yuan's expression turned solemn, a trace of gravity flashing through his eyes. He stepped sideways, and a dazzling storm of sword intent instantly surged around him, tearing apart the entire void. He pushed his palm forward, and surging sword intent roiled wildly, transforming into a silver blade a hundred zhang long.
Screech... A shrill sword cry rang out. In an instant, the silver sword collided with the lightning sword intent, erupting with a violent roar. Sword