Boom!
The two sabers collided, and two long rivers surged and scoured against each other without pause, destroying many of the forbidden laws established within the city. Only a few thin layers remained. Had the Medieval All Saints not been extraordinary figures, and had this place not been fortified for so long, the city would already have collapsed.
"Fine saber." The Overlord's eyes narrowed, a sharp gleam flashing through them as he spoke with a trace of battle intent.
"Yours isn't bad either." With sword-like brows and star-bright eyes, Ji Hao drew back his saber and stood facing the Overlord.
Rumble!
Merely the clash of their energies made distant mountains and seas tremble, nearly unable to withstand it.
Bang!
Amid a fierce, brief roar, the two fought once more. They abandoned their sabers to test their hand-to-hand skills, a fist and a palm crashing together with the weight of two colliding stars. Eighty-one magnificent pillars of light shot beyond the heavens.
They shattered meteors and burst stars, shining alongside the sun and moon as they traced a dazzling purple-and-white trail through the dead silence of the universe.
"Take another palm of mine!" Ji Hao's form changed. Pushed to its utmost, the Eight-Nine Xuan Gong transformed him into a towering divine being. Dao sound thundered down like the decrees of heaven, its majesty pressing straight into the heart.
He turned his hand, then struck down again like a falling sun, mighty and ancient, as though a myth had come alive.
"Then take a palm of mine too!" Wild and arrogant, the Overlord believed himself inferior to no one. Naturally, he would not retreat. Turning his palm into a blade, he chopped straight at Ji Hao, purple radiance blazing brilliantly and tyrannically.
An overbearing aura billowed around it like dragons and tigers