Storming the Sacrificial Altar

"Take this blade!"

The moment Wen Jing heard the word "blade," he saw purple lightning fill the sky, saber light crisscrossing and crackling. A towering figure, as immense as the heavens and earth, moved faster than sound. Man and saber, light and energy—all of it had already surged before him.

Rumble!

Streaks of purple saber light rained down. Meng Qi's might was unmatched as he charged straight into Wen Jing's circle of blades.

Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!

A string of crisp collisions ran together into one. The two sabers attacked and parried at a speed nearly invisible even to those who had just entered the Exterior. With the momentum of shouldering Mount Tai and crossing the North Sea, Meng Qi pressed Wen Jing back step by step. The utmost yang, utmost hardness, and utmost righteousness of the thunder scattered forth, shattering and evaporating the skull-shaped, sickly-green Demonic Soul.

Wen Jing felt as if he had returned to childhood, caught on the seashore by the tide. Wave after wave, one upon another, unending and ceaseless, it pressed down on him until he could hardly breathe!

Amid the thunder and smoke, Meng Qi stood in his Dharma Heaven Manifestation Earth form. He raised his right hand, and Heaven's Wound descended slowly, as if dragging the whole world with it. It was so heavy that even Meng Qi's body trembled.

The sky darkened. The river stopped swaying. The howling wind and thunder gathered at the tip of the saber, transforming into a speck of black the size of a needlepoint!

Meng Qi's fighting spirit soared. His Primordial Spirit shook the void and rang out like thunder:

"Take this blade too!"

As the final syllable began, his long saber suddenly sped up. The void seemed to twist, and the weight of it