The battle at Sword Pavilion raged with beacon fires stretching to the heavens. Change rose once more as Mei Wuhen devoured the cultivation foundations of the Four Heavenly Guardians, her cultivation climbing to another peak.
Surging true essence roiled vast and chaotic, while streaks of Sword Qi crisscrossed the skies, endlessly winding through the void.
Her crimson blood-red hair danced in the wind, strikingly conspicuous. The smile on Mei Wuhen's face remained as poised and graceful as ever, yet the blood staining her face made it painfully glaring.
King Qi had withdrawn. Only two remained on the battlefield, facing one another—the sole figures at the summit.
In the blink of an eye, both moved. Fast—fast as lightning and flint. Divine artifacts clashed, cold stars colliding before the eye.
At the pinnacle of swordsmanship, at the summit of martial arts, the two strongest people in the world met in ultimate confrontation. Blow after blow, they shattered heaven and earth.
Immortal Slaying and Sun-Moon Zhaozhao rang out in repeated sword cries. With every clash, stretches of void collapsed and were restored, cycling without end.
"Sword Form, Void Severance!"
With a single sword slash, starlight filled the sky. Wind and snow surged upon the Star Soul Sword, and with one strike that severed the void, a ten-thousand-zhang tidal wave howled forth.
Mei Wuhen sneered. Sun-Moon Zhaozhao swept through the air, and its majestic Sword Qi shattered the incoming sword energy with a resounding crash.
Ning Chen's eyes narrowed slightly. After devouring those four, this First Pavilion Master of Sword Pavilion had likely drawn infinitely close to the Fourth Realm.
"Do you need our help?"
Phoenix fire and demonic qi surged as two illusory figures appeared and spoke.
"No need."
Ning Chen shook his head. "Your foundations are insufficient. I will fight this battle.