In the black of night, clouds veiled the moon. At the First Prince's Manor, Kun Heaven left its sheath, and the god of death descended.
The sudden killing intent came without warning. As the sword emerged, wind and clouds changed color. Within the entire royal hall, there was only that one sword—stunning in its brilliance.
Upon the throne, Xuan Zhen recovered from his shock and shifted aside, evading the sudden strike.
"Rip!"
The harsh sound of tearing cloth rang out. Blood sprayed from Xuan Zhen's chest; he had failed to completely evade Kun Heaven's edge.
Having lost the initiative, Xuan Zhen immediately fell into danger. His body flickered and shifted, continuously dodging the storm-like assault.
In Gu Shengtian's hand, the Kun Heaven Ancient Sword flashed like lightning with every move. Its tricky yet fierce offensive sent dazzling sprays of blood flying, completely suppressing the Heavenly Demon First Prince, who had only just recovered from grave wounds.
"Bang!"
He avoided the killing sword but could not evade the palm force that followed. His injuries worsened, and Xuan Zhen staggered back several steps, blood spilling from the corner of his lips.
Before he could steady himself, sword light tore through the air before him once more, allowing not the slightest chance to catch his breath.
Before the crisis of life and death, Xuan Zhen's expression darkened. Making a swift decision, he raised his hand and grabbed for his opponent's blade, fighting for a sliver of breathing room.
"Screech!"
The divine weapon tore through flesh, producing a piercing scraping sound. Enduring the agonizing pain in his left hand, Xuan Zhen condensed essence in his right fist and blasted it toward the swordsman before him.
It was a mutually destructive style, a fight for life and death. Gu Shengtian sneered, turning his sword edge