At the Boundless Feast's final match, Ning Chen faced the Sword Pavilion's Second Pavilion Master. Their clash of swords had reached a white-hot pitch.
The two combatants unleashed their full strength, displaying every aspect of peak experts.
Strong—so strong they could not be shaken. Fast—so fast it was shocking. Blow after blow, dazzling splendor flashed across the field.
Emperor Yang appeared, his body of flame propping up the heavens as he resisted a hundred suns falling upon the world.
Thunderous impacts shook heaven and earth. The hundred suns collapsed, flames raining down like a storm and spreading beyond the battlefield.
At the head seat, Mei Wuhen waved his hand and scattered the flames approaching him. His eyes remained fixed on the two combatants, his expression slightly solemn.
Just where was the Ninth Son of Ink Sect's limit? How much of his strength was he using now—fifty percent, seventy percent, or all of it?
"Sword Art, Heavenly Dragon Quake!"
With a slash of his sword, an azure dragon roared forth. Ning Chen's figure vanished with it, his body moving as his sword advanced.
Shui Wuyue swung his sword to block the azure dragon sword qi. Just as the Grand Beginning Sword's edge neared him, he raised his left hand and pointed two fingers at the Dao Sword.
The shockwaves lashed at them, making their robes whip wildly in the wind. When they came back to themselves, their sword edges were already moving, swift techniques colliding.
The swords at hand were too fast to see clearly. The people standing face-to-face were so cold that none dared meet their gaze directly.
Outside the battlefield, Sword Venerables watched the battle before them. Amid their shock, they also had several doubts. Given the Sword Pavilion's Second Pavilion Master's overwhelming cultivation, this battle should have ended