The moonlight grand formation split apart, isolating Zhao Haoran in a separate realm. Zhao Haoran could neither sense Zhang Xinyuan nor know where You Shanxian was.
Chan'er knew she did not have much time left. On her own, she could not defeat Zhao Haoran's three bodies. Sword in hand, she slashed straight at Zhang Xinyuan. To achieve her goal, she drove the phantom of the Yellow Springs Mother Tree with all her strength, leaving Zhang Xinyuan unable to draw upon the power of heaven and earth.
Meanwhile, Xiang Yuan had already charged before You Shanxian. Gritting her teeth, Chan'er also severed the connection between You Shanxian and heaven and earth.
At that moment, only the full moon remained in the skies above the imperial city. There was no longer any other power of heaven and earth!
Facing the fiercely advancing Chan'er, Zhang Xinyuan was thrown into disarray. Unable to sense where his true body was and deprived of the power of heaven and earth, he hurriedly moved toward You Shanxian's position.
A streak of moonlight struck. The instant ripples blossomed across its surface, Chan'er arrived in a flash. A remnant gleam flickered, and the longsword in her hand thrust out, stabbing straight for Zhang Xinyuan's brow.
This sword was utterly plain, without the slightest hint of mystery. Yet it reduced complexity to simplicity and returned to the primal truth. It was no ordinary sword move—perhaps a supreme art that had drifted out from some first-rate power.
Zhang Xinyuan had nowhere to evade. Recognizing the move's extraordinary nature, True Qi swelled around him, whipping his robes into a sharp flutter.
His own longsword thrust forth, its tip gleaming with blinding light. Its edge was keen, cold radiance shooting in every direction. A strange fluctuation spread outward, making the surrounding air tremble