Within the realm, Changling Ancient Land. The aura of a king shook the heavens, its incomparably powerful pressure stunning the Ancient Land of Western Buddhism.
Above the ancient land, the Nine Cauldrons circled, suppressing the tremors of heaven and earth with all their strength.
Below, butterflies danced endlessly. Flowing sleeves transformed into a Heavenly Net and Earthly Web, while black blade light flickered into view, cleaving heaven and severing seas.
Within the Heavenly Net and Earthly Web, Changling Venerable Lady's figure shifted like an illusion, evading wave after wave of attacks.
The battle of kings shook heaven and earth. The strongest of humanity's peak experts had surpassed the younger generation and stepped into the King Realm first.
"Butterfly Dance, Peaceful World."
After a hundred exchanges, neither could determine the victor. The net unraveled, and Tears of Buried Flowers descended in a single slash, black light shattering the void.
As the blade light swept forth, heaven and earth fell still. The Venerable Lady narrowed her eyes and turned her slender hand. An astonishing vortex emerged, swallowing the blade light that had drawn near.
The Nine Netherworld Sky-Devouring Demonic Scripture reappeared in the world, its unmatched power devouring all things.
As the demonic art revealed its might, Hua Zhongdie's expression grew slightly solemn. Her lotus feet stepped lightly, and she crossed through the air.
Tears of Buried Flowers split in two. One black and one white, two chilling edges slashed down at once, ruthless in their bid for life.
The renewed killing move was astonishingly powerful. The Venerable Lady turned aside, avoiding both blade lights, while her palm drove its ultimate force forward in a fierce counterattack.
The palm force surged back like rotten wood being crushed. Hua Zhongdie turned, meeting it with one blade and blocking the palm power at close