The Twelve Peaks of Tianwei were engulfed in flames of war. Killing light flashed with bone-chilling coldness as the two supreme experts, who could not exist beneath the same sky, unleashed their full cultivation. Radiance blazed, splitting heaven and earth in two.
Palms crossed, sweat poured, and the two fearlessly drew upon the power of heaven. Their attacks were violent beyond compare; in the blink of an eye, mountains were driven apart and peaks shattered.
With a thunderous collision, the battle shone with blinding brilliance. Phoenix fire swept across the Grand Beginning Sword while wind and snow coiled around it. The Daoist Sect's ultimate blade revealed its divine might, its body ringing without cease, each peal resounding through the night sky.
Weapons clashed, scattering icy sparks before the eyes. Their palms met, waves of force surged in ten thousand layers, and the injuries of the two powerhouses were continually exchanged. Heavy fists and fierce palms struck one another in rapid succession.
To the east, the rising sun had appeared at some unknown time. The torrential rain spilling across the sky gradually ceased, dark clouds dispersed, and dawnlight fell.
A night had passed. Upon the lone peak, no one knew how long the great battle had continued. Both men were wounded, blood staining their robes crimson and lending the battle an even grimmer air of slaughter.
Cultivation foundation, combat experience—neither of the two men standing at the very summit held anything back. Before an opponent like this, any mercy would have been disrespect.
Beyond the battlefield, the experts of the Underworld, Demon Palace, and other factions faced one another from afar. No one moved rashly. With the world as witness, before this battle ended, no one was qualified to interfere.
"Eleven!"
With a thought, countless streams of Sword Qi rose through