"Yishui Han, it's you!"
When enemies met, their eyes blazed with hatred. The moment Rong Lou saw the man from the Divine Palace, killing intent turned icy in his eyes. Blood energy surged from his body, staining the nine heavens red.
Yishui Han showed no weakness either. With a wave of his hand, a crystalline Divine Ice Sword appeared. Chilling currents billowed out, affecting a thousand zhang of empty sky and condensing blossoms of ice.
Though the Divine Palace had sent only one man, Yishui Han was undoubtedly the strongest of the four. He had stood at the Second Calamity for over a century, a peak expert from the same era as the Rong Tribe's king.
Sword and palm collided. Blood energy and cold energy howled and surged. A blade gleam appeared, its bloody radiance dazzling as it carved out the splendor of death.
"After a hundred years, you still haven't improved in the slightest."
Yishui Han snorted coldly. His Divine Ice Sword traced an arc, blocking the blade light. Then he took another step, and frost currents surged.
"The Divine Palace's foremost swordsman is disappointing."
Rong Lou turned his palm and condensed essence. Vast bloody light crushed down, opening a crimson world.
Yishui Han joined two fingers and formed a sword sign. Countless ice blossoms gathered, transforming into innumerable sword rays that swept forth, piercing straight through the endless blood light.
The two extremes collided, and the void swayed violently. Ripples spread from the aftermath, forcing both men back three steps. Neither gained the upper hand.
Elsewhere, Ning Chen gripped King Yama's Divine Sword. Purple radiance gathered Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy as he closed in.
Luan Fengchen swung his blade to block the attack. Move for move, speed met speed.
At the same time, Meng Xuanji leaped into