On the Mishui Riverbank, six venerables formed a killing formation. Destiny's white hair flew as he raised his sword once more—unmatched beneath heaven.
Immortal Execution and Immortal Entrapment emerged together. Empowered by the earth qi spanning ten thousand miles, a single sword strike slew a True Realm expert, crimson staining the night sky.
The five venerables were shaken. In the instant before they could react, sword light arrived again, and one distracted venerable suffered a grievous wound to the arm.
"Do not let your guard down!"
Red Luan's First Ancestor shouted gravely in warning.
The other four immediately steadied themselves, snapping out of their shock and facing the battle with their full attention.
Within the battle, the plain-clothed, white-haired figure wielded his twin swords—slashing, cutting, thrusting, dragging. Every movement was clean and decisive, without the slightest trace of hesitation. From beginning to end, his expression remained as still as ancient waters, revealing not the slightest shift in emotion. He was like a battle machine, terrifyingly calm.
A hundred years in one lifetime, countless struggles between life and death, had forged Destiny into what he was today—absolute calm, absolute ruthlessness.
Immortal Execution swept out, peerlessly sharp. Immortal Entrapment descended, carrying the force of heaven collapsing.
As the sword light came, Red Luan's First Ancestor received the attack. With a violent crash, she slid back several yards.
"Sword Art, Three Lights Shining Together!"
The plain-clothed figure moved again, white hair dancing. One body became three, the ultimate intent of the sword illuminating the blade as sword dances spanned spring and autumn, heaven and earth shining as one.
Three surging streams of sword light burst forth, dazzling beyond compare. Wherever the sword light passed, the void split into three, and the entire night sky was illuminated by the astonishing radiance, bright as day.