"Having mastered the Heavenly Demon Skill, he has no idea how many people he has killed," Dugu Qiubai said in a deep voice. "A million corpses lie strewn about, blood flows into rivers, and you still want to protect him?"
A Qing replied indifferently, "Heaven and earth are ruthless, treating all things as mere straw dogs. You should understand that principle."
Dugu Qiubai burst into laughter, his voice shaking the entire camp. "I do not understand your grand principles. The sword in my hand is my principle!"
With that, the phantom of the giant sword above his head slashed directly toward Temujin. A Qing had long been prepared, and an enormous azure sword qi rose to meet it.
Song Qingshu could not help recalling a joke from his previous life: so-and-so drew a forty-meter-long broadsword. These two were exactly like that, practically wielding swords as sabers.
After a deafening blast, many soldiers who had not retreated in time were instantly blown into bloody mist by the sword qi. Even many who had been prepared, sheltering behind shields, were badly wounded.
"Fall back!" Temujin ordered in a deep voice. He understood that these two were scarcely human anymore. Standing nearby to watch would only make them collateral victims. He was not afraid, but the soldiers under his command could not endure it.
The Mongol soldiers felt as though they had been granted a pardon. They hurriedly retreated, quickly leaving a vast open space in the center.
However, A Qing and Dugu Qiubai had already fought far away. Only an azure figure and a black giant sword could faintly be seen in midair. The sounds of their battle were like thunder exploding beneath clear skies, like heavenly lightning crashing down.
The sheer force of it left even those standing far away trembling