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Within the turbulent flow, the sounds of battle thundered. Di Mingtian and the Moon-Worshiping Venerable clashed for the first time. Wherever the aftershocks swept through, time and space warped and continually collapsed.
A battle between pinnacles was so fierce it dazzled the eye. Their moves interwove, every stroke brimming with slaughter.
Around the two of them, Spatial Turbulence crisscrossed. As the great battle continued, the power of the distorted space grew ever stronger, its destructive might swallowing everything in sight.
In the distance, Ning Chen sensed the aftershocks of battle coming from the distorted time and space, flecks of light flashing through his eyes.
Di Mingtian had finally come to blows with those Starfield Venerables. From this moment onward, the real show had officially begun.
"Sword Art, Return to Truth."
Sword intent surged forth, piercing the void in dazzling splendor. It crossed countless barriers of time and space, tracing the scent of battle as it plunged into the turbulent flow.
"Hm?"
Within the battle, Di Mingtian's expression suddenly hardened. His left palm turned over, blocking the danger arriving from afar.
The next instant, a resplendent sword light came rushing in, its supreme might unmatched as it cleaved through every turbulent current in its path.
With a thunderous crash, sword and palm collided. The blood-colored sword light spun sharply. That keen, concentrated strike had returned to simplicity, yet its force was earth-shaking and drove men mad.
The Moon-Worshiping Venerable was shocked, but she swiftly recovered. With one step of her lotus feet, she flashed forward, Condensing Essence in her delicate hand as she struck at Di Mingtian's heart meridian.
**"You think it will be that