On the battlefield, Yun Xuan swung her sword again.
"Third Form."
"Frostglow Sword Dao."
Whoosh!
Snow made of countless swords turned, in an instant, into a frost-white sword light that pierced heaven and earth.
Like a silver-white thread descending from the Nine Heavens, it pointed straight at Herluos's Ancient God True Form, filling him with a sense of danger unlike any he had felt before.
"Divine Silence: Creation Shield!"
The Ancient God True Form formed seals with both hands. A divine shield vast enough to blot out the sky took shape, inscribed with countless ancient divine runes, like a supreme treasure that had existed since the Creation of Heaven and Earth.
This shield could withstand the destruction of the Myriad Realms and ward off the calamities of All Heavens!
Yet the instant the frost-white sword light touched it, an impossibly fine white line appeared on its dark-gold surface.
The line spread visibly, leaving cracks like ice splitting apart.
Crack.
With that sharp sound, the shield said to withstand the calamities of the Myriad Realms shattered!
Boom!
The sword light pierced the shield without losing momentum and drove straight for the brow of Herluos's Ancient God True Form!
Herluos jerked his head aside. The sword light grazed his cheek, and a drop of dark-gold divine blood slowly slid down it.
Drip.
Herluos held out his hand and caught the drop of divine blood.
He stared at the dark gold in his palm, silent.
A woman of the Fourth Epoch had left a clear sword cut on his face!
"...Very good."
"You've reminded me why I took up the sword."
He slowly raised his head. The fighting spirit in his eyes had changed completely.
"Yun Xuan, you are a true swordswoman."
"I take back every slight I made against you."
"From this