As Liu Beixuan's words fell...
One hundred and eight thousand white talismans collided with one hundred and eight thousand blood-red sword lights in midair.
Blinding bursts of light exploded above the entire arena, like tens of millions of suns falling and being born at the same time.
Saintly Breath and Blood Baleful aura collided madly, annihilating, regenerating, and annihilating again. Every collision unleashed terrifying shockwaves capable of destroying an entire realm.
Yet the barriers around the arena locked all of it firmly within, without letting even a trace leak out.
At the point of fiercest collision, white and blood-red light intertwined into a patch of Chaos. Within that Chaos, thunder rumbled and lightning flashed.
Space shattered and repaired itself without end, while even the flow of time became disordered.
Time accelerated in some regions.
Time stood still in others.
Time flowed backward in still others.
The figures of Liu Beixuan and Sword Fiend flickered in and out within that Chaos.
Every time they appeared, they were locked in fierce combat, fan ribs and sword edge clashing with crisp metallic rings.
The sword lights and talismans were exhausted at the same time, and the two stared at each other through the scattered dust of light filling the sky.
Several white scorch marks had appeared on Sword Fiend's dark-red scales, traces left by the Saintly Breath of the talismans. However, they were nothing serious.
Several sword marks had also appeared on Liu Beixuan's white robe. A small piece of his hem had been torn away, revealing the white inner lining beneath.
"Interesting."
Sword Fiend finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse.
"You're a little tougher than I thought."
"Nonsense."
Liu Beixuan flipped his fan, and a faint azure-green radiance flowed between its ribs. The jade pendant at his waist had somehow begun