Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the plaza before the mountain gate.
An intangible sword domain, like a tangible cage, enveloped the entire plaza.
The air was sliced into countless fragments, letting out teeth-grating shrieks. Deep, crisscrossing sword marks covered the ground, and the hard bluestone had been effortlessly carved apart like tofu.
Two figures, like twin bolts of lightning tearing through heaven and earth, collided madly at speeds too fast for the naked eye to follow in the heart of the sword domain!
"Clang! Clang!"
"Clang! Clang—!!!"
The dense clashing of metal exceeded the limits of hearing, merging into a piercingly shrill noise!
Every collision unleashed visible circular shockwaves of sword qi that spread like ripples of death, crashing fiercely against the invisible barrier of the sword domain Chen Xin had laid down and stirring violent ripples of energy!
Ji Juechen!
He stood as straight as a pine, his plain robes snapping in the raging storm of sword qi. Seven dazzling Soul Rings circled him: yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black!
This Soul Ring Configuration, especially those four profound 10,000-year Soul Rings, was already utterly shocking!
Yet what was even more astonishing was that from beginning to end, he had not unleashed the light of a single Soul Skill!
His movements consisted only of the most basic thrusts, chops, upward slashes, sweeps, and points!
Every strike was simplicity itself, yet so swift, precise, and ruthless that it was horrifying!
Nothing remained in his eyes but the ancient sword in his hand and the Seven Kill Sword opposite him, which seemed capable of cleaving heaven and earth apart!
His sword intent was pure!
Absolute!
He discarded every flourish and all external aids, seeking only to sever, only sharpness, only the very essence of the "sword"!
Every thrust carried a terrifying