The Boundary Sea boiled, and countless floating, shattered universes were reduced to dust beneath the impact.
Several Daluo Golden Immortals near the battlefield—whether from the Chaos Ancient Clan or the eight major factions—were sent reeling, their blood and qi churning and their laws trembling. They had no choice but to retreat at top speed, their eyes filled with horror.
Before the dust had settled, the two figures had already crossed paths again like lightning.
"Heavenly Net Eighteen Blades—Mountain Severance! Sea Parting! Godslayer!"
Ye Wen's blade momentum surged without end, each slash heavier than the last.
His blade aura condensed into near-solid form—at times like an ancient Divine Mountain crushing down, at times like endless raging waves sweeping forth. One slash in particular was meant to sever the Primordial Spirit, its invisible blade intent piercing straight through the Purple Mansion.
Ye Lin darted through the sky-full of blade aura like a phantom, Azure Frost transforming into a streak of azure light.
"Great Void Space Rend."
Rather than meeting the attacks head-on, he used exquisitely refined swordsmanship, every stroke striking the weakest point in Ye Wen's blade momentum.
Wherever the sword tip passed, fine cracks split open in space, like the sharpest threads, ceaselessly cutting apart and unraveling the vast blade aura.
Shattered blade qi and sword radiance shot in every direction, battering a distant dead universe until it was riddled with holes.
"Do you only know how to dodge?"
"Are the emissaries of the Holy Palace on the Origin Continent all like you?"
Ye Wen sneered, his speed suddenly surging. His body split into thousands upon thousands of afterimages, attacking Ye Lin from every direction at once.
Every afterimage contained genuine killing intent.
"Myriad Shadow Slash!"
In an instant, Ye Lin seemed to be surrounded by countless Ye Wens, trapped within