"Hahahaha!"
A wild, overbearing laugh resounded between heaven and earth.
Lu Zhantian stood atop endless sword light, looking down at Yuan Taibai, who had fallen into the void.
"Eighty-five hundred thousand years ago, you and I were evenly matched. We fought bitterly for ten days and ten nights without a victor, and in the end, we could only hastily call it a draw!"
"Sadly, times have changed. In the end, you are still slightly inferior to me!"
"Whatever trump cards you have left, bring them out quickly! This Sword Immortal will beat you until you are utterly convinced!"
Unlike Li Xiake and the other cultivators below, Lu Zhantian knew Yuan Taibai's true capabilities.
He knew perfectly well that, as a Sword Immortal of his generation, Yuan Taibai would never be defeated so easily.
In that move just now, Lu Zhantian had won largely by luck.
But then again.
Compared with eighty-five hundred thousand years ago, Lu Zhantian had driven Yuan Taibai back in fewer than ten thousand moves. That was already an utterly heaven-defying improvement!
For a moment, his heart swelled with boundless pride and arrogance!
"Hmph!"
Yuan Taibai's voice spread with dense sword might, shattering countless drifting clouds.
"As you wish!"
Having fought to this point, Yuan Taibai knew that if he wanted to turn the tide, he could only use his trump card.
With a sweep of his hand, a blazing white light flashed high in the sky, ten thousand miles above, stabbing pain into the eyes of every cultivator below.
When the white radiance receded.
A long sword with a pure white blade, glittering with countless round spots of light, appeared in Yuan Taibai's hand.
Even hanging motionlessly in the air, this sword emitted vast Sword Qi like surging ocean tides, making the space within ten thousand