[The laws reach infinity, martial arts unfold without end; the way of skill at its utmost—you actually possess it already.]
The Holy Demon phantom vanished, effortlessly evading the strike, yet it praised him with genuine seriousness. [Unbound by fixed forms of Supernatural Ability, you wield Spirit Fiend as freely as your heart desires. Dao, law, art; heart, nature, conduct—the proof of six words. You are flawless in all of them. Had this been the Immortal Dao of ancient times, with the Dao Court nurturing you with all its strength, you would likely have entered the ultimate realm of the Heavenly Venerable in less than a century!]
[And yet...]
It revealed a heartfelt, utterly joyous smile—the yearning to sever a rising destiny, to drag the trajectory of all that soared high and straight Above the High Heavens back down into the abyss. [You came here.]
The next instant, the Holy Demon phantom began teleporting in rapid succession.
There was no cooldown, no delay, no warning, no recovery—there was simply no way to predict it. It could appear at any random point and launch attacks An Jing had absolutely no way of foreseeing.
Gritting his teeth, An Jing tightened his grip on Fuxie and the Life-Slaying Sword. He too began cleaving through the void, accelerating the flow of time as he engaged the Holy Demon phantom in the fiercest exchange of offense and defense.
For a time, nearly dozens of different phantoms appeared simultaneously in every corner of heaven and earth.
In one phantom, An Jing and the Holy Demon phantom leaped high into the sky, brush and sword clashing; in another, An Jing commanded his twin swords from midair and drove a fist at the Holy Demon phantom's chest.
Phantom after phantom moved swift as lightning, flashing like light. They collided