One Sword

"We must all be prepared to die."

Prince Xiang understood what Prince Qin meant.

Within the Imperial Mausoleum, surging force rumbled like thunder. Strange phenomena erupted across the sky, as though a world-shaking black dragon stretched for ten thousand miles, roaring with savage ferocity.

Around the black dragon, saber light and Sword Qi flickered in and out of sight.

The clangor of metal striking metal rang without cease.

Yet compared with the True Dragon manifestation Emperor Wude could condense with every gesture, Shen Yi and Gu Yiran's saber light and Sword Qi seemed rather inconspicuous.

Of course, victory or defeat had little to do with how magnificent one's manifestation appeared. It was like the living Buddhas of Western Ridge, each sitting upon a twenty-foot golden body and Buddha Dharma manifestation to fool the common people into faith, yet none could withstand a single slash from Shen Yi.

However, Emperor Wude was clearly no empty showpiece, and the battle among the three was indeed deadlocked...

It was even far from optimistic.

Shen Yi could now say with certainty that Emperor Wude's cultivation had definitely entered the Terrestrial Immortal realm.

Though Terrestrial Immortals still belonged to the greater Heaven-Human system, their cultivation was clearly several levels stronger than young newcomers to Heaven-Human like Gu Yiran.

The first difference lay in the degree to which essence, qi, and spirit had been refined. With a single strike, they could attack both the physical body and affect the soul.

Thus, in his battle against Shen Yi and Gu Yiran, Emperor Wude seemed at every moment to evolve into a black dragon to clash with the two.

His killing moves were hidden within inconceivable True Dragon attacks—claws that were both real and illusory, sweeping tails, tearing bites, and roaring howls.

If Shen Yi had not possessed