The battle at Kylin Pavilion reached its final move. Sword Twelve reappeared, magnificent sword light spiraling forth. At once, sword pressure swept across the world, and the lands in all ten directions collapsed for no reason.
Words could not describe it, for words had already turned pale. Blue came from indigo yet surpassed it; the same sword move carried an utterly different sword intent. When the sword reached oneness, different paths led to the same destination.
The Trapping Immortal Sword entered his hand, laden with the years. As earth energy surged, the entire heaven and earth of Kylin Pavilion shook, unable to bear the sword about to emerge.
Within the battle, the Kylin Old Ancestor's expression changed drastically. With a deep shout, wind and thunder erupted around him, blasting the two away. His figure immediately retreated, seeking to escape the battle.
However, the sword intent had already appeared. It was too late to retreat. The white-haired figure flashed past; in a blink's dazzling slant of light, Trapping Immortal cleaved through the void, its sword light splitting open the polar night.
"You!"
He suddenly turned back, only to find his head and body severed. The Kylin Old Ancestor's head flew high into the air, blood spraying skyward and adding a vivid crimson to the bleak, frigid night.
In the sky, the Taiji Array Diagram spun violently, black and red radiance pouring down to trap the Kylin Old Ancestor's body and prevent any further unforeseen changes.
"Is it over?"
The Phoenix Body and Devil Moon swept over. The demonic form looked at the Kylin Old Ancestor, whose head and body lay apart, and spoke slowly.
"It is not clear yet. Do not let your guard down!"
A grave look flashed through Ning Chen's eyes as he spoke.
No sooner had he finished