The Black Hand

Under the night sky, battle erupted atop the mountain peak. The Phoenix Body faced a True Realm expert; immortal swords and strange weapons clashed, revealing themselves to the world for the first time.

The divine weapon, sharpened on all four sides, attacked with ruthless ferocity. Every move concealed deadly edges, forcefully driving toward death.

Ning Chen shifted his steps, raising his immortal sword to meet the attacks. Boundless Baleful Intent moved with him. His sword was so swift that it flickered through the night, impossible to discern clearly.

In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged a hundred moves. The red-clad man's swordplay grew ever faster; man and sword vanished, leaving only a streaking red light between heaven and earth.

"To possess such ability at such an age, Luo Jia did not die unjustly."

All Heavens Venerable gave a cold snort. The golden radiance of the divine weapon in his hand surged brightly, and golden sword edges split away from it one after another, circling around him and blocking the swift sword-light.

With a ringing clang, Zhuxian struck the divine weapon. Chaotic Sword Qi surged outward as the golden blades shifted course, turning into streams of golden light that shot toward Ning Chen.

Ning Chen's gaze narrowed. With one step, he retreated a hundred zhang. Yet the sword edges followed like shadows; he could not evade them.

With a tearing sound, crimson blood splashed. A golden blade grazed his shoulder, bringing forth a dazzling spray of blood.

"All Heavens' strength has grown greater than it was a century ago," Venerable Ying Qiong said from the distant void.

"Though the Ninth Son of Ink Sect possesses astonishing attainments in the sword, he has cultivated for far too short a time. His foundation is ordinary. Even with the support of immortal