Ning Fa let out a scornful laugh. "Let me see whether your divine abilities are as impressive as your boasting."
Before his words had faded, he extended the index finger of his right hand and casually drew a circle before him.
Five-Colored Lightning surged within the circle, swiftly forming a vortex of Five-Colored Lightning. As it spun at high speed, a terrifying aura rapidly rose.
Yun Xiu's true body, who had still been smiling moments ago, abruptly changed expression.
The corner of Ning Fa's lips curled upward. With a point of his right hand, the vortex of Five-Colored Lightning shot forth a spiraling pillar of Five-Colored Lightning several yards thick—it was the Thunder Vortex Divine Light.
This powerful divine ability had once required Ning Fa to fully activate his manifestation, yet he could now wield it with ease. Its power was no longer comparable to before.
Yun Xiu's expression changed again. He gave a low snort and slashed his white sword through the air.
A burst of sword cries rang out. Yet these were not ordinary sword cries; they sounded more like a group of Confucian scholars chanting scriptures.
A Sword Light swept forth, formed from enormous Ancient Characters. The characters linked together like Confucian scriptures, flickering rapidly as the sound of recitation, as resonant as great bells and drums, echoed out—as though a great scholar were reading aloud.
At the same time, the Sword Light emitted by the sword became increasingly solid and weighty, like a mountain shielding Yun Xiu behind it.
With a thunderous bang, the incomparably violent Thunder Vortex Divine Light struck the scripture sword mountain.
For a moment, the two sides remained locked in a stalemate. But after only a single breath, the sword mountain immediately showed signs of failing. The scriptures across its surface flashed