Primeval Demonic Realm, east of the Extreme North, endless sea—the silence was uncanny.
At that moment, from a million li apart, two streams of sword light raced in from east and west, colliding above the sea with a thunderous crash.
Swordly might spread out, instantly splitting the sea in two. Startling waves surged, colossal billows towering into the sky.
Before the men had even arrived, the battle had already begun.
"Heaven-Burning Demonic Flames!"
"Demonic Fire Prairie Fire!"
Above the sea, flames spread forth as the two powers clashed. With the force of Burning Heaven Boiling Sea, waves thousands of feet high were swiftly vaporized.
A million li, a hundred thousand li, ten thousand li... In the void, the two demonic figures rapidly drew near. Ghost Sword and demonic sword clashed, their sword pressure shaking heaven and earth.
A demon among men, a sword among demons. Following their sword debate across the two realms, their peak sword duel reappeared. Above the sea, sword lights crisscrossed, killing intent soaring to the heavens.
Rumbling shocks resounded for ten thousand li. Sword Qi plunged into the sea, sending towering waves into the sky. Around the two of them, one massive waterfall after another hung upside down—an appalling sight that shook the heart.
"Is this all your sword amounts to?"
After exchanging several moves, Xuanqi snorted coldly. He brought two fingers together and condensed essence, sending Thirteen Son flying back with a violent impact.
Ten zhang away, Ning Chen steadied himself. He looked at the Devil Race's foremost swordsman before him, the fighting spirit in his eyes burning ever more fiercely.
His blood-soaked hand dripped crimson through his fingers, staining the blade red. After days of fierce battles, even one as powerful as Knowing Fate could not possibly remain entirely unscathed.
Ahead, Xuanqi moved. His