The sword trace left behind by the Nine Heavens Emperor had no name, so Sikong Jing named it after the Dark Demon Small World.
Sword intent erupted, instantly crashing into Tan Feixiang's feather sword lights that surged like a thousand layered waves.
Puff puff puff puff...
Wherever the Nine Heavens Dark Demon Sword passed, Tan Feixiang's feather sword lights suddenly shattered. Unable to withstand the impact of the Nine Heavens Sword Intent, they vanished into nothingness with cracking sounds.
Tan Feixiang's eyes widened as he cried, "Impossible! I don't believe it..."
The true qi throughout his body erupted and exploded again as he blasted out even more violent feather sword lights, layer upon layer pouring forth without end.
At their first exchange, he admitted that he had underestimated Sikong Jing and had been knocked back several steps. But now, he had not the slightest trace of carelessness left. He had already unleashed his strongest means.
Yet his sword path was being suppressed—utterly crushed.
"I am at Endless Extreme Prison! How can I be defeated by a mere Extreme Prison Yin-Yang Realm cultivator like you? I am second in the Feather Alliance Hall!"
"I'm not some random cat or dog! I refuse to believe it..."
Tan Feixiang suddenly went mad, even beginning to burn his true qi. He was prepared to risk his life to prove himself.
Up on the mountainside...
The gazes of Yu Tang and the thousand others froze, shocked by the battle before them. All they saw was silver-white Sword Qi bursting from Sikong Jing's body, shooting straight into the heavens.
It seemed as though even the world's demonic qi was being driven away.
Sikong Jing looked utterly out of place amid the entire Dark Demon Small World.
There was even something dreamlike about him.
He was clearly