Knowing Fate, Knowing Fate—one was a true name, the other a destiny. Today, they joined forces to stand against a god.
The instant he gripped the sword, a mist of blood stretched across the sky. Crimson veins extended from the body of the Knowing Fate Sword and pierced into Ning Chen's hand. The Destiny Sword connected by bloodline revealed its true form today.
The strongest sword—water, wind, thunder, and fire, the four powers of origin, surged and roiled. The azure blade and blood-red veins reflected one another, casting forth a dazzling brilliance. Nurtured for years, the sword was called to battle in a single day.
"Underworld King, I have waited long enough. Please," Ning Chen said as he stepped forward.
"This time, do not disappoint god again!"
The Underworld King's expression did not change in the slightest. He raised his left hand, and an incomparably powerful wave of force surged forth. Before its terrifying pressure even reached them, it already made them feel unparalleled fear.
The great battle began. Outside Qizhou Mountain, Luo Xingchen, Xuantian, and the others appeared. They had come both to observe and to hold the line, lest any accident occur in the battle.
The Underworld King attacked. His first palm seemed capable of swallowing heaven and earth, its might shaking the firmament. Wherever it passed, the ground violently collapsed and enormous rocks flew wildly through the air. Its dreadful power was like the end of days.
Ning Chen focused his mind. The Nianqing Blade unsheathed its edge, vast purple qi coiling around him. The blade condensed Vast Essence and directly met the god's might.
With a deafening boom, Knowing Fate stood unmoving as a mountain, and the god's palm force dissipated into nothingness.
"Oh?"
With a soft sigh of approval, heavenly fire rose around the Underworld