On Dragon Emperor Mountain, a king perished. A throat-severing sword brought forth a sky full of blood, glaringly red.
In the distance, Xuyao arrived and saw this soul-stirring scene. His eyes trembled violently.
Black-and-red flames burned away every martial bone in the king's body. That merciless sword laid bare the cruelty of a swordsman.
In the blink of an eye, Xuyao entered the battlefield. The ancient sword in his hand left its sheath with a ring, and killing intent, furious beyond restraint, erupted. Cloud Parting slashed out, and heaven and earth changed color.
The divine sword shook the world, cleaving apart the heavenly flames that filled the sky. The young lord of Asahi Royal City came bearing towering rage, displaying shocking strength. The divine sword tore through the air, its edge radiating ten thousand zhang.
Ning Chen turned back, flickering light flowing through his eyes. Immortal Trapping swept out and, with a clang, blocked the Cloud Parting Divine Sword.
At arm's length, the two faced one another. One's fury surged to the heavens, while the other was calm as still water. Divine sword and immortal sword clashed without cease.
"Between him and me, only one of us can live. My apologies!"
That apology held no regret; it was merely an account given to the man before him. Ning Chen swung his sword, knocking the other back, then stepped away and withdrew from the battle.
In the air, the king who had fallen from the heavens was drenched in blood, a pitiful and desolate sight.
"From now on, should you seek revenge, I will be ready at any time. Farewell."
With those words, Ning Chen said no more. He stepped through the air and turned to leave.
On Dragon Emperor Mountain, Xuyao stepped forward and caught King of Asahi as he