The Sword of the Killing Dao

The air was scorching.

As the two locked eyes, even the void began to twist.

Both stood above Mythical Realm, and both had reached the Immortal Realm. At this level, even something as simple as aura or a glance could taint, warp, and alter the present world.

This was a display of strength, and the might of the Dao they bore.

Flames appeared.

The temperature was beyond imagination. Even space twisted, the affected range steadily expanding.

There was gravity, turbulence.

It was as if another star had appeared between heaven and earth. Gravity underwent a tremendous shift, collapsing toward a single point.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The instant their auras collided, an incomparably powerful shockwave erupted, like two substances of utterly different natures yet equally volatile and explosive coming into contact.

A terrifying gale directly churned up the area within several thousand meters, forming a violent tornado.

The next second, both their presences vanished almost simultaneously.

Collisions rang out above the void.

Like resplendent heavenly thunder striking again and again, they exploded without pause.

Clearly, there was no one there, nor was any impact visible.

Yet explosions continued to ring out.

At this moment, Hongjin and the others' eyes trembled. Their gazes pierced through the void and looked directly into the cracks between worlds—into another world that did not exist in reality, only on the Other Side.

A great battle was taking place there, terrifying impacts unfolding.

On one side stood a god within fire, forming a vast ocean of flames. A colossal Heavenly Palace appeared at its center, stars trembling around it.

On the other side, stars revolved around him, the heavens flowing through his palms. One star after another rose and fell around his body.

Flaming dragons, flaming roc birds, flaming beasts.

They howled as they rose, leaping ceaselessly