The powerhouses watching the battle from both worlds were all aghast, their faces drained of color. Jian Jiutian's strike had been far too terrifying, utterly beyond their comprehension!
"How did Immortal Venerable defeat Sword Immortal?"
"Can anyone truly accomplish such a thing at the same realm?"
The powerhouses on the Thirty-Three Heavens' side were both shocked and astonished. Jian Jiutian had displayed strength too formidable to imagine, yet even someone like him had suffered defeat at the same realm, having lost to another person!
They could not imagine what it would take to defeat Jian Jiutian. In their understanding, this was strength invincible within the same realm. Even if someone could stand shoulder to shoulder with Jian Jiutian, no one should have been able to defeat him.
Jian Jiutian was bleeding from many places, pierced by one bloody hole after another, all caused by the Undead Holy Son's attacks.
The Undead Holy Son was, after all, a powerhouse at Young Heaven's level. It was naturally impossible to suppress him without suffering any injuries.
Yet in this great battle, Jian Jiutian had ultimately suppressed his opponent.
"Cough, cough..."
After that strike, Jian Jiutian's condition grew even worse. The suppressive force became increasingly powerful, and the state of Nine Swords as One was forcibly broken apart. The other eight main swords once more merged into his body.
He returned to his elderly state, his jet-black hair turning dry and white again.
Clap! Clap!
The woman approached, applauding continuously, admiration all over her face. "You truly are strong. To unleash such a terrifying strike while enduring the suppressive force, even I cannot help being surprised by you."
Jian Jiutian forcibly endured his discomfort and pointed his sword fingers at the woman. "If you want to fight, then fight. Why so much nonsense?"
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