In the dark distance, raging winds, torrential rain, and crashing thunder had all faded into the background.
This patch of high sky was like an isolated island.
The shattered Pure Land, scattered golden light, chaotic primordial power...
Blade force, sword qi, winds drifting freely.
The scent of blood still wafted through the air, along with divine soul power that had been severed to pieces, as though wailing in the wind.
This was the battlefield in the sky after successive brutal clashes.
Yet this sword could neither be obscured nor concealed.
It stretched across the sky.
As though a god had toppled the pillar holding up the heavens, then used that peak as a sword to slay the firmament.
The entire sky battlefield had been swept clean.
Those crisscrossing rifts in the heavens had all been forcibly blasted flat.
Heavenly Mansion Body, Sword Immortal form, Sound-Hearing Immortal State, the empowerment of the Star Tower, every secret reservoir opened...
In that instant, Jiang Wang burned everything he had.
This was Jiang Wang, this was a sword that overturned the very pinnacle.
Who could withstand it?
Dou Zhao raised a brow. He had already anticipated countless possibilities, yet Jiang Wang's sword still exceeded his expectations.
He had been fully confident in contending with Jiang Wang within inches of space.
He had also believed that with blade techniques surpassing the pinnacle, he could firmly suppress this Yellow River Champion.
But he had never expected Jiang Wang to so rashly and hastily ignite a struggle of life and death.
It was like a game of xiangqi still in its opening stages, both sides setting out their chariots and horses, advancing with every step guarded, fighting for the advantage of a single pawn or soldier.
Yet that fellow had come right up and called check!
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