"Come."
Xiao Xuan spoke a single word.
Yan Wuji said nothing more.
He suddenly drove both fists forward.
The ten-zhang-tall Flame Qilin threw back its head in a soundless roar. The golden-white sphere of light in its mouth shot violently from its throat, crashing down toward Xiao Xuan.
As it flew, the sphere continually swelled, accelerated, and climbed in temperature.
By the time it reached halfway, it had expanded to ten zhang in diameter, like a falling sun.
Xiao Xuan brought the greatsword raised above his head slashing down.
The hundred-zhang sword phantom above him cleaved downward with the motion of his hands pressing down.
As the sword phantom descended, dark-silver sword Dao runes lit up one after another, burst apart, and transformed into denser lingering sword intent that flowed into the phantom.
The sword phantom's edge grew heavier, more crushing, and faster.
The golden-white sphere collided with the dark-silver sword phantom at the very center of the Arena.
At the instant of impact, the rule restrictions of the entire Holy Palace let out a shrill wail.
The enormous golden web of laws was torn open down the middle by a crack dozens of zhang long. Golden-white flames and dark-silver Sword Qi surged along the edges of the fissure.
The laws within the Coiling Dragon Pillar shook madly, and fine cracks appeared across all four Pillars at once.
Though the Arena itself could not be destroyed, the laws sealed within the Pillars were enduring an unprecedented impact.
The light above the Arena was too bright.
So bright that every spectator was forced to close their eyes.
The light lasted for a full five breaths.
Five breaths later, it began to weaken, dissipate, and return to stillness.
On the Arena, both men remained standing.
Yan Wuji's right fist was held straight