Each Their Own Battlefield

Wu Pifu cleaved the heavens with a single stroke, yet part of his mind remained at the camp below Mount Tai.

At first, he felt nothing. But when the monk and Daoist awakened Jia Baoyu, a trace of awareness immediately stirred in his heart. The long-absent sensation of Cicada Senses Autumn Before the Wind finally appeared, putting Wu Pifu on guard.

When he cleaved the heavens with that strike, the sensation intensified. Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, a red-tasseled spear stabbed toward him. Wu Pifu turned his broadsword with the momentum and hacked down upon the spearpoint.

Seeing the giant's size, Wu Pifu had figured that one strike would chop him to pieces. Yet when blade and spear collided, his hand sank under the impact. Though the spear snapped and the giant was sent flying at least a hundred li away, his Kratos title had not activated during that clash?

At the other end, the nine-zhang celestial god was utterly shaken. With a flick of his hand, another red-tasseled spear appeared. Yet both his arms had been torn apart inch by inch, golden blood continuously seeping from his body. The instant it left his flesh, it turned into golden mist, while the tears in his body healed at a visible speed.

Wu Pifu paid him no mind. Turning his blade, he did not pursue. Instead, he flashed a savage grin at the crimson azure dragon in the sky and raised his sword again to slash at it.

Jia Baoyu's heart sank in the distance. That clash just now—the sudden terrifying weight, coupled with that inexplicable sharpness—had both secretly alarmed him. The sharpness alone would have been one thing, but that weight was wrong. That strike reminded him of another weapon whose weight was equally unnatural...

"Impossible! His