Great Battle Begins, Dimensional Strike

The great battle began instantly, and the battlefield was divided into the west.

A cold light flashed in Di Yun's eyes. He activated the Divine Illumination Scripture to its limit, and the surging internal energy dormant within his body erupted like a raging sea, carrying the power to destroy heaven and earth as it clashed fiercely with Zhang Tao's palm strike!

"RUMBLE--!"

A deafening roar exploded, and visible shockwaves swept out from the two of them like a frenzy.

The surrounding bluestone paving instantly shattered into dust, and flying debris mixed with powerful energy, causing the onlookers' robes to flutter wildly.

Zhang Tao felt an overbearing force far beyond his imagination surge towards him like a tsunami. His tiger's mouth instantly cracked open, and blood spurted out wildly!

He felt as if he had been struck by a ten-thousand-pound colossal hammer. His body, out of his control, staggered back a full ten steps.

Each step he took left a pit half a foot deep in the ground, and the flagstones beneath his feet all cracked!

He abruptly stabilized his body, a sweet sensation rising in his throat, and a mouthful of blood nearly erupted from him. He forcefully swallowed it back down.

In contrast, Di Yun merely swayed slightly, took two steps back, and then stood as still as ever. His expression was calm, and his breathing was not even slightly disordered.

"How... how is this possible?!" Zhang Tao stared fixedly at Di Yun, his pupils constricting to pinpricks.

His heart pounded so hard it felt like it would burst through his chest, and thoughts of utter horror exploded in his mind.

"I am at the Nirvana Late Stage Peak! A whole minor realm higher than him! This power... this power is more than just Nirvana Mid Stage; it's comparable to Nirvana Peak.

The disdain and arrogance on his face had long since vanished, replaced by a trace of unconcealed apprehension.

The two then engaged in combat again. Although they were at a disadvantage in the initial clash, Di Yun still couldn't defeat him easily in a short time.

"Damn it, why is this person from Misty Rain Tower getting stronger as the fight goes on? And his strange movement technique, it's hard to take him down quickly."

On the other side, West Elder Wang Yuan saw that Third Elder Zhang Tao was gradually falling into a disadvantage against Di Yun and had sustained multiple injuries.

He was greatly surprised. He knew Third Elder's strength all too well; ordinary Nirvana Late Stage cultivators were no match for him.

Just as West Elder Wang Yuan's mind was in turmoil, Linghu Chong on the other side also prepared to make a move.

"CLANG--!"

A crisp sword cry tore through the silent night sky. The sword intent was like a deep, towering mountain, and in a moment, it surged over like a tide.

"Not good!" Wang Yuan instantly sensed Linghu Chong's sword intent.

Linghu Chong lightly tapped his toes, his body moving like lightning. The long sword in his hand was like an immortal descending from the heavens, aiming directly for Wang Yuan's throat!

The speed was at its peak, so fast that Wang Yuan didn't even have time to react. He could only watch helplessly as a cold sword light rapidly enlarged before his eyes!

"You court death!" Wang Yuan roared like thunder, his long sword moving rapidly.

The Qingyun Sect's ultimate skill, Qingyun Sword Technique, was unleashed to its fullest. Sword light flickered like countless stars, stabbing towards all of Linghu Chong's vital points in a dense, impenetrable net.

The sword wind was sharp, making the air whimper!

However, facing this all-encompassing sword net, Linghu Chong merely twitched his wrist.

His long sword, like a snake emerging from its hole, pierced precisely at the flaw in Wang Yuan's sword technique!

"CLANG--!"

The two swords met with a crisp sound that was deafening! Wang Yuan felt an extremely tricky force transmit along his sword, numbing his arm and causing his tiger's mouth to ache intensely. His long sword almost flew out of his hand! He grunted, his body involuntarily retreating three steps. Blood surged within his chest, and his face instantly turned pale!

"What... what kind of sword technique is this?!" Wang Yuan's eyes were filled with disbelief, his horrified roar even changing pitch.

"The moves are clearly simple, yet he can always see through my flaws! His sword intent... it's actually purer and sharper than my sword intent, which I've cultivated for decades!

"What exactly is the origin of this Misty Rain Tower?!"

His proud Qingyun Sword Technique was so vulnerable in the opponent's hands!

Then, the two clashed again.

At the same time, Jing Ke, Yao Li, Nie Zheng, Zhuan Zhu, and Yu Rang, with Sha Qi surging around them like a prison, like Asuras and demons from the Nine Netherworlds, charged towards the disciples and Void Glimpse elders of the Qingyun Sect!

"I and Nie Zheng will handle those six Void Glimpse realm cultivators. The three of you go deal with the rest."

Jing Ke, holding a poisoned dagger, moved like a phantom. His footwork was unpredictable and elusive, like a hunter in the dark night.

In a moment, he appeared before the six Void Glimpse realm elders, his target being Li Yaochao, the objective of this bounty mission.

Li Yaochao was precisely one of these six Void Glimpse realm elders.

Nie Zheng, holding a heavy Xuan iron sword, had a steady aura like an abyss. His heavy sword hung down, but it subtly locked onto the Qi of the six elders. He and Jing Ke, one on the left and one on the right, formed a pincer movement.

Li Yaochao and the other five Nirvana Late Stage elders saw this situation, their faces sank, and they instantly formed a sword array!

Sword light crisscrossed, and Gang Qi raged, trapping Jing Ke and Nie Zheng in the center.

Li Yaochao roared furiously:

"Don't think that just because you two are at the Void Glimpse Peak, you dare to face all six of us at once? Today will be your burial ground!"

The sword array activated, and sword shadows overlapped, densely and impenetrably strangling towards the two of them.

Jing Ke and Nie Zheng exchanged a glance and simultaneously retreated rapidly.