In a fight for life and death, how could Jiang Wang hide behind others?
Suspended upside down in the high sky, he himself became part of the sword's momentum.
The Frost Cloak spread the vault of heaven into snowy hues, while streaming fire filled the sky like flying blossoms.
Sword light reflected in crimson pupils, his blue robes snapping in the wind.
Boundless sword threads interwove before Longing, blooming into Frost Light too dazzling to behold.
What was sword threads forming snow, frost, and a bright moon? What was the ultimate peak overturned, capsizing the mortal world?
His swordsmanship had been fed moves by the true demon Quan Yingyang, tempered across the two ultimate battlefields of Divine Firmament and the Lost Realm. It had long since fused into one whole, every variation arising from his heart—not merely reaching Divine Presence!
It was no weaker than Dou Zhao's supreme blade art, which gathered all sharpness under heaven into one furnace; nor did it lose to Chongxuan Zun's Severing Delusion Blade, which pointed straight at the true essence.
Even in the Sword Pavilion, foremost in swordsmanship beneath heaven, no Divine Presence cultivator could stand against it.
The True Self Dao Sword's two forms, expounding the path of the Dao, were the pinnacle of his sword Dao; the Human Character Sword, blending together every Human Dao Sword Style, was the pinnacle of his sword intent; Sword Immortal's ultimate Mountain-Toppling sword, unifying the Five Palaces, was the pinnacle of his sword momentum; Frost and Snow Shine, combining Sword Qi into threads with the Longing killing sword, was the pinnacle of his sword techniques.
Now, he casually fused the pinnacle of sword techniques with the pinnacle of sword momentum, weaving sword threads into a mountain with Frost and Snow Shine—and thus formed a heavenly pillar