Still able to fight—still able to fight at the True Person realm!
This was the cry of a Martial Dao True Person over a thousand years old, on the verge of exhausting his lifespan.
There were not many flourishes in Shu Weijun's battle with Jiang Wang. It was almost entirely a clash of force against force.
Ordinary moves held no meaning; they could only meet extremity with extremity.
Heavenly Severance Peak was silent from top to bottom. Even the roar of Grand City had temporarily ceased.
Behind Jiang Wang, the demonic ape still stood with its eyes closed, propping up the mountain.
The mountain phantom formed by Shu Weijun's two fists had yet to disperse.
Such unyielding martial intent. Such an unyielding man.
Watching Shu Weijun use his physical body as an array to instantly shift below, Jiang Wang said nothing more. He merely swooped low like an eagle, sword in hand, hanging inverted in the vast sky.
For a man like Shu Weijun, only a battle waged with all one's strength was respect.
This sword strike was like a celestial waterfall hanging upside down. Boundless Sword Qi and endless sword light intertwined as they screamed across the lofty heavens.
People looked up to see the Milky Way, the heavens split wide open. Beyond it, the sea of clouds at the horizon flowed back behind the sword waterfall. Vast and surging—a truly magnificent spectacle.
But the man standing before that celestial waterfall was more magnificent still.
He had swum through the Iron River, nearly drowning at its bottom; he had crossed the void of the universe with his flesh alone, without using any power, once unable to find the star road home; before the relics of Yue Xiaoxu, a Mohist School sage, beneath the cascading waters of Yu Abyss, he