Shen Yue and Xuan Gong locked eyes. They leaped into the air at the same time and clashed—one wielding a sword, the other striking with his palms. Sword Qi and palm winds ravaged the surroundings, tearing up the mountain ridge as earth and stones flew everywhere.
The setting sun shone over the ridge. Under the watchful eyes of the Three Dynastic Sects' experts, Shen Yue and Xuan Gong's figures crossed again and again. They moved so fast that cold sweat beaded on the experts' foreheads.
Xuan Gong's power was as immense as the blazing sun. Even from more than ten zhang away, he struck fear into the experts of the Three Dynastic Sects. Liu Dai, Song Kejian, and the leader of the Li Yin Sect each led their people to spread out and encircle the ridge.
Shen Yue swung his sword rapidly, its Sword Qi razor-sharp as it swept forth like a raging storm. It carved gash after gash into the ridge, splitting the mountainside apart.
Xuan Gong landed on the ground and spread his arms. His vast Internal Energy sent broken stones flying into the air. He thrust both palms toward Shen Yue, and the stones burst into flames, hurtling at Shen Yue like countless falling stars with the force of an overwhelming tide.
From ten zhang away, Shen Yue hurled his sword. Sword Qi enveloped the wooden blade as it flashed with cold light, piercing through countless flaming stones and shooting straight toward Xuan Gong.
Xuan Gong's figure blurred as he nimbly dodged the strike, letting the wooden sword skim past him. He seized its hilt and yanked it toward Shen Yue. With a single stride, he was in front of Shen Yue, slashing with the sword. Flames sprang up around the wooden blade in his hand.
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