The world was ice and snow, Frost Bloom surged, the demonic butterfly spread its wings, and the offensive was unleashed in full.
The two extremes collided. Their aftershock howled and surged, demonic energy billowing wildly and sweeping up a thousand layers of snow.
Amid the raging waves, a spray of blood splashed out, staining the flying snow red across the heavens.
In that shocking sight, Xuan Mo staggered several steps back, blood spilling from the corner of his lips.
Likewise, after the aftershock passed, Hua Zhongdie's right arm was drenched in blood. After fighting until now, her body was gradually reaching the limit of what it could bear.
With her cultivation fully unleashed, black currents of energy flowed around the demonic butterfly, ceaselessly devouring the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.
In this earth-shaking battle, both had unleashed their full strength. From being evenly matched to one gaining the upper hand, then back to a level battlefield, all that remained upon them were increasingly grave injuries.
"Now I finally understand why the Thirteenth Prince's blade techniques are so astonishing. A famous master produces brilliant disciples. Miss, your attainments in the blade have already surpassed mine. But I cannot lose this battle."
As his words fell, the chill in Xuan Mo's eyes intensified. He stepped out in a military stride, moving like great strides across shooting stars. His military saber swept forth, and in the blink of an eye, its light slashed down.
With killing intent closing in, Hua Zhongdie neither dodged nor retreated, meeting him head-on.
One blade was swift, one blade was heavy. Every slash pressed for life; every slash was merciless.
In this brutal contest of blades, as their edges collided without cease, wave after wave of residual force shook outward, continuously battering their bodies.
"Ha!"
Battle cries