Within the Void Realm, the shrill scrape of metal against metal rang out through the endless gray mist. The clanging that followed, one clash after another, suddenly turned into explosions. Figures flickered in and out of sight in the void as intertwined psionic energies became endless shock waves, shattering the floating islands around them.
The Void Realm creatures lurking nearby were shattered too. Under the bombardment of such terrifying power, they were no different from ordinary people, flowers, and grass. All life was equal.
Yet the Void Lords in the distance sensed the vitality of the material world in that eruption of energy—a vitality far more surging than the presence of a million people.
But as they drew closer, that overwhelming life force vanished once more, as if a world-spanning tsunami had become calm seas in an instant.
Still, in the intersecting fissures of shattered space within the Void Realm, the storm raged on.
Lan Jiufeng had already leaped toward the golden-armored giant before him, whose ten-thousand-zhang frame towered like a pillar supporting the heavens. Golden light engulfed him completely, making him seem as tiny as an ant. Yet endless sword blades burst from that magnificent golden haze, pounding the giant like an unbroken downpour.
Terrifying cracks appeared across the giant's majestic, pillar-like golden-armored body.
Duke Saduran's voice rang out from behind the golden curtain of light, still deep and resonant as a great bell: "I know that fifty years ago, His Majesty called you the Sword Sect of the Star River. But today, I'll use my immortal golden body to shatter the undefeated legend of your Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect!"
"I never called myself undefeated, and I'm no legend. Fifty years ago, I never went around provoking your emperor. Even when I sat down to discuss