Great Netherworld Palm

Xie Jinghan's figure darted up, his longsword flashing with electric light.

Single-Character Lightning Sword!

He thrust his sword toward Wei Dong.

Wei Dong's eyes narrowed. His palms turned over, and without dodging or retreating, he met Xie Jinghan's blade head-on.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

In an instant, Xie Jinghan stabbed thirteen times in succession, each strike crafty and fierce, aimed straight at Wei Dong's vital points.

Red light pulsed from Wei Dong's palms, blocking every sword edge outside his hands, leaving them unable to penetrate within.

After the furious assault, Xie Jinghan retreated slightly, while Wei Dong remained standing where he was.

Xie Jinghan did not stop. The Moonlit Night Sword shot forward once more.

One-Character Lightning Sword: Thousand Flashes!

"Hmph~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

Wei Dong gave a cold snort, his palms once again meeting Xie Jinghan's sword.

Great Netherworld Palm!

"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

Xie Jinghan was sent flying by the strike, but he steadied himself in midair.

Then he stabilized his body and looked toward Wei Dong again.

As expected, the Seventh Stage of the Innate Realm was indeed formidable.

Wei Dong still stood in place, his robes undisturbed, both palms raised.

He said arrogantly:

"Is that all you're capable of?"

"With these bare hands, this old man has roamed the martial world for decades. More than a few prodigies like you have fallen beneath my palms."

He looked at the gloves on his hands.

"Moreover, for this journey, my lord specifically bestowed these Heavenly Silkworm Gloves upon me. They are High-Grade Treasure Weapons, difficult for blades and swords to damage."

"With that sword of yours, not even a Treasure Weapon, don't even think of breaking my defenses."

His gaze flicked toward the Thunderclap Sword at Xie Jinghan's waist.

"Use your ultimate sword move. Otherwise, you have no chance of winning!"

"Hmph!"

"Then let's see what you're really capable of!"

Seeing Wei Dong's calm, untroubled expression, Xie Jinghan suddenly grew unwilling to yield and began to contend with him in earnest.

With a cold snort, he continued thrusting at Wei Dong.

Xie Jinghan's sword grew faster with each strike, each sword surpassing the last.

Yet Wei Dong's palms whirled through the air, his defense watertight as he rapidly intercepted Xie Jinghan's attacks.

At the same time, as the force behind Xie Jinghan's sword swings grew stronger and stronger, Wei Dong's brow gradually furrowed.

A quarter of an hour later, Xie Jinghan was drenched in sweat.

Wei Dong's eyes were icy as he said,

"Though this sword technique of yours is quite exquisite, it is useless against me!"

"If this is all the strength you possess, then go die!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, his palm force erupted. Crimson light surged wildly from his palms, splitting into thousands upon thousands of palm shadows, layer upon layer, as though the netherworld had descended into the mortal realm.

Palm force sealed off every direction, leaving no room to advance or retreat.

Great Netherworld Palm: Myriad Manifestations!

"Not good!"

Xie Jinghan could not dodge in time.

At the critical moment, he held his sword at his side in defense as the immense palm force slammed heavily into his protective true qi.

Bang!

The violent impact exploded in an instant, sending him and his sword flying backward several yards.

His blood and qi churned in his chest, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Xie Jinghan hurriedly swallowed a Sword Condensation Pill and a Foundation-Stabilizing Pill.

"Looks like I was indeed pushing myself too hard!"

A fierce light flashed in his eyes.

"Since that's the case, then take this move of mine!"

His figure shot upward, standing suspended in the air.

Leaping Art: Treading the Void!

He raised his sword high in his right hand, its tip trembling repeatedly.

"Thunder Draw!"

He shouted in a low voice.

In an instant, heaven and earth suddenly changed!

Winds rose and clouds surged as rolling dark clouds rapidly gathered from every direction, blotting out the blazing sun.

Rumble--!

Thunder resounded through heaven and earth, lightning snaking through the clouds.

Crack--!

A bolt of lightning split down from the clouds, followed immediately by another.

One after another.

Six bolts of lightning in succession were drawn by the longsword, all converging into its blade.

The sword was wrapped in searing electric light, its blazing white radiance dazzling to the eye, like a scorching sun suspended in the sky.

Every muscle in Xie Jinghan's body tensed as he frantically mobilized all the true qi within him, gritting his teeth to endure.

He pressed closer and closer toward Wei Dong.

"How about this move?!"

Across from him, Wei Dong's expression turned grave, and he did not dare let down his guard.

His figure leaped into the air, confronting Xie Jinghan from afar.

The true qi of the Seventh Stage of the Innate Realm gathered in his palms as he swiftly formed one palm seal after another.

In the blink of an eye, crimson light rose above his head, condensing into a massive scarlet palm print that covered a whole stretch of sky.

"Great Netherworld Palm: Celestial Manifestation!"

Wei Dong roared in a deep voice.

Bearing the power to crush all things, the gigantic palm print came smashing down from above, brutally suppressing Xie Jinghan.