Mountain Peak True Form!

At his words, Yue Qing said nothing more. The aura emanating from his body grew even heavier and more violent, and behind him, the phantom of an archaic divine mountain condensed.

The phantom stood towering and majestic, piercing the clouds as it radiated a terrifying aura capable of suppressing all things.

Lu Tian stood on the other side of the arena, his sky-blue sword robe snapping loudly in the fierce wind Yue Qing had stirred up.

The Seven Star Sword in his hand burst forth with Sword Intent, pure and surging.

"Rumble..."

The clash of their auras made the entire arena roar and shake violently.

The many Mount Shu disciples below held their breath and focused, quietly awaiting the duel between the two Peak Scions.

After a brief silence, Lu Tian's expression hardened as he said in a deep voice:

"Senior Brother Yue Qing, please!"

With that, he held the Seven Star Sword horizontally before him.

Boom!

Hearing Lu Tian's words, Yue Qing did not stand on ceremony. He took a fierce step forward and threw a straightforward punch with his right fist.

The punch appeared simple, yet it contained the complete profundity of the first style of the Thirty-Six Mountain Suppressing Styles—Mountain Crushing Collapse.

"Rumble..."

As the fist force erupted, it directly condensed into the phantom of a hundred-zhang mountain, bearing an unstoppable, savage momentum as it crushed toward Lu Tian!

Wherever the mountain phantom passed, the air was compressed into visible white shockwaves, and even space and time seemed to twist out of shape.

Seeing the punch Yue Qing had thrown,

Lu Tian swung the Seven Star Sword, and sword light shot skyward.

"North Star Settles the Tripod!"

As the Seven Star Sword Canon was activated, it once again drew the blessing of the power of the stars