"Lose to you? How naïve." Lin Taichu sneered as he continued stepping forward. He pressed a finger toward the front, unleashing endless sword qi that pierced through everything and slaughtered its way toward Jian Wuqing.
"Hmph." Jian Wuqing smiled disdainfully, his fingers swiftly plucking the strings. A resonant twang rang out, and a solemn, dignified aura spread through the air, as though mourning the dead.
The next moment, those sword qis suddenly froze in midair, as if suppressed by some terrifying force. They gradually crumbled and dissipated into nothingness. Jian Wuqing's pupils contracted, and his expression changed slightly.
"The Path of Deathly Stillness." Turbulent waves surged through Jian Wuqing's heart. The cultivation art he practiced was the Path of Deathly Stillness, so he understood its terrifying power.
Of course, this Path of Deathly Stillness had not yet fully taken shape and still required continual cultivation.
"Dong, dong, dong..." The zither notes continued to sound, each one containing powerful Power of Rules. The sword qis froze once more, yet they continued trembling as though enduring immense agony.
Lin Taichu furrowed his brows tightly, a sharp glint flashing through his eyes. He stepped forward, and countless afterimages immediately appeared in the void. Every afterimage carried overwhelming thunderous momentum as it charged toward Jian Wuqing, each strike brimming with destructive power.
"Clang..." A shrill and piercing zither note rang out. Jian Wuqing's robe billowed as though wrapped in a terrifying storm, while strands of white light bloomed from his body, seeming capable of destroying everything.
"Break!" Jian Wuqing roared as he thrust out the spear in his hand. Endless spear light surged forth and collided with Lin Taichu's attacks, erupting in earth-shaking blasts. The attacks continuously exploded, turning into dust and vanishing into the air.
"So powerful!" Everyone's hearts shook violently as they