This collision was fiercer than any before it.
The entire Arena jolted and trembled violently, as though the world were ending. It was terrifying.
Purple and deep-blue light intertwined, forming a sphere of destructive radiance hundreds of yards across.
Within it, the purple heavenly sword and the deep-blue vortex devoured and annihilated each other in a frenzy.
Cracks spread across the purple heavenly sword, growing denser by the moment.
But within every crack lay the will of the sword path that Murong Zhuangning had forged through the sacrifice of her soul.
Those strands of will were like invisible swords, stabbing again and again into the heart of the deep-blue vortex.
The vortex's darkness grew fainter and thinner, but every wisp that faded took some of the purple heavenly sword's edge with it.
The two remained locked in a stalemate for twenty full breaths.
After twenty breaths, the purple pillar of light began to wane, and the deep-blue pillar gained the upper hand.
Cracks multiplied across Murong Zhuangning's sword, growing ever denser.
They spread like a spiderweb, dividing the silver patterns on the blade into fragments and peeling them away.
At last, a crisp crack rang out. The Long Sword broke in the middle, and half its blade shot away, spinning through the air as it fell.
A faint purple glow still clung to the broken half. It flickered a few final times along the blade, then went out completely.
Murong Zhuangning flew backward like a kite with its string cut, and cracks burst across her purple dress.
Golden blood gushed from her mouth, staining her pale-purple collar red.
She landed on her back and rolled dozens of yards across the ground before coming to a stop.
Her body carved a long trail of blood across the ground.
She lay there,