Within the Pavilion of Pavilions, at the Boundless Sword Feast, the greatest swordsmen of the age clashed. Clear Sky left its sheath, Grand Beginning met it head-on—the ultimate collision.
The sword's aftermath howled and surged as the two figures continuously crossed paths. It was fast, and even more so, powerful.
When swordsmanship reached its pinnacle, it returned to simplicity. Neither man's moves were overly ornate, yet every stance possessed peerless perfection—precise without the slightest error, every sword strike aimed to kill.
The clang of swords resounded through the great hall. Outside the battle, sword masters from every domain watched the duel, captivated by this magnificent contest of blades. None could tear their eyes away, unwilling to miss even a single move.
"With such ability, why did you need to scheme against others and earn the scorn of the world?"
As his sword momentum shifted and the battle parted, the White Feather Sword God looked at the young man before him and spoke.
"The world is ever-changing. Martial force always has its limits; open spears are easy to dodge, hidden arrows hard to guard against. To protect myself, I would not hesitate to use any method."
Ning Chen stepped forward, his blood-red hair flying wildly. A phoenix manifested behind him, flames rising as though to burn and temper the mortal world.
"What a pity for your sword."
The White Feather Sword God murmured softly. Frost surged over Clear Sky, boundless freezing air spreading outward. In an instant, heaven and earth froze over, clad in silver and white as far as the eye could see.
"Sword Art, Scorching Prairie."
As the chill arrived, phoenix fire rose. Ning Chen swung his sword, Grand Beginning pulsing as sword-fire tore through the air, burning heaven and boiling sea.
In an instant, ice melted and snow