Looking at the long sword through his chest, Wang Jiuzhong stood there, his face still wearing that same wooden expression, not the slightest emotion visible.
The two enormous ravines in the earth remained, like freshly dug canal trenches. Yet the roaring earth dragons had already vanished, leaving the entire ground in a scene of utter devastation, terrifying beyond measure.
Su Xin's final move had simply been unsolvable. Unless Wang Jiuzhong could unleash his own power at the Heaven-Connecting Realm without borrowing the strength of heaven and earth, there was no way he could break that move!
"What... was that power?" Wang Jiuzhong finally asked after a long while.
Su Xin said in a deep voice, "It is my own power—the Formless Realm. It divides heaven and earth, while remaining independent of this world. Of course, you needn't take it too seriously. You lost this round, but I still couldn't kill you. The Formless Realm stands apart from heaven and earth; it is a power I comprehended between life and death. But heaven and earth are vast, while I myself am still too weak. Thus, this power can only be maintained for one move. If you strike with all your strength, you may not be able to break it, but you can withstand it head-on."
Wang Jiuzhong shook his head. "Withstanding it head-on would still leave me gravely wounded. In your hands, being gravely wounded is no different from being dead."
With that, Wang Jiuzhong directly condensed the heavenly secret of his Heaven-Connecting Realm and placed it before Su Xin.
Before this, if he had been asked to surrender such power, Wang Jiuzhong would certainly have felt reluctant. He yearned for the ultimate in martial arts, and he had always insisted that power required the ultimate martial path to unleash its