Sword Pavilion. A cold moon shone over the sky. Beneath the moon, the Sword Pavilion's guardian divine artifact, Sun-Moon Zhaozhao, emerged into the world. Heavenly signs descended, winds rose and clouds surged, and all directions came to pay homage.
An artifact unparalleled since ancient times had just emerged, and boundless sword pressure swept outward, making heaven and earth tremble.
A thousand zhang away, the two bodies stood in the air, their expressions turning grave as they watched the divine artifact emerge before them.
"Cold Prison, Frost Descent."
An instant later, Mei Wuhen moved. Sun-Moon Zhaozhao slashed down, splitting heaven with a single sword strike. Amid a thunderous quake, the entire Sword Pavilion space was cleaved apart.
Seeing this, the Phoenix Body flashed into motion, carrying the demonic body away from the heaven-shaking sword radiance at extreme speed.
The sword light descended. Mountains shook and the earth split apart. Amid rumbling tremors, a gigantic sword scar appeared upon the land below, stretching tens of thousands of zhang in length and bottomless in depth.
Several hundred zhang away, the two bodies stabilized themselves. Their eyes swept across the Sword Pavilion in every direction, and their expressions changed again.
"Greetings, Pavilion Master."
At that moment, four figures appeared in the four directions of the Sword Pavilion. With the emergence of the guardian divine artifact, the four heavenly protectors of the Sword Pavilion appeared in the mortal world together.
"Kill him," Mei Wuhen replied calmly.
"Yes."
The four great heavenly protectors of wind, water, thunder, and fire accepted the order. Their figures flashed, and the killing formation opened at once.
Four peerless experts at the peak of the True Realm, their swords surging with wind and thunder, joined forces in seamless coordination without a single flaw.
Sword edges met, cold stars colliding before the