At the far eastern end of the Primeval Demonic Realm, one sword shook the world, overturning heaven and earth.
Beneath Heaven-Propping Peak, a blood-red sword light cleaved through the mortal world. Its heaven-shaking, earth-shattering might sent all demons trembling in fear.
In the sky, black-clad figures had no time to evade and were instantly swallowed by the sword light.
Splattered blood fell like rain, dyeing Heaven-Propping Peak red.
At the very center of the battle, Xuyao watched the blood-red sword light descend from the heavens. He swung Bieyun in his hand and met the attack head-on.
With a thunderous boom, the ultimate power of the sword crushed the king. Xuyao's body plummeted without stop—thirty meters, three hundred meters, three thousand meters!
Three thousand meters below, Xuyao finally halted. The blood-red sword light vanished, and its lingering force dispersed.
"Drip."
Vermilion blood slid down and fell from the sky. The scorching royal blood of the Three-legged Golden Crow could not be stopped even by icy cold; white mist rose and swiftly evaporated.
"So you still possess such extraordinary combat strength. Good. Now I can send you to your grave with a clear conscience!"
Seeing that the man in the sky was not, as the Heavenly Demon Clan had reported, utterly crippled and stripped of all fighting power, Xuyao spoke coldly. Then he stepped through the air, shooting skyward.
Boom!
Amid a violent tremor, the two divine weapons clashed once more. Sharp Sword Qi surged and struck Sky-Pillar Peak, sending massive rocks flying toward the two men.
Xuyao and Ning Chen swung their swords, shattering the boulders. Their figures crossed, sword lights crisscrossing as every move pressed for life.
Behind them, the towering peak bore the aftershock of their battle. Sword Qi pierced into the mountain, and peak after peak began to