In the Great Xuan Southern Territory, forests grew thick and wildflowers bloomed. Urgent deer cries and clattering hoofbeats echoed deep in the mountains.
An iron sword swept across, its force scouring the earth.
Mountains collapsed, and plants crumbled to ash.
Longevity the Spirit Deer leaped into the air, clouds forming beneath her hooves. Swift as the wind and wreathed in nine colors, she fled in panic.
Dugu Xue's expression darkened.
He looked at the two men and the deer, murderous intent chilling the air.
A whistle pierced the air as the Peachwood Sword came hurtling toward him.
Sword light howled, thunderfire blasting in unison.
Dugu Xue raised his sword to block and was driven back a thousand zhang. His expression turned ugly as he stared at the two-foot Peachwood Sword.
He could tell it was a Daoist Tradition Dharma Sword.
For a mere Dharma Artifact to possess such divine might and fight him for so long, its master had to be extraordinary.
That master was undoubtedly a terrifyingly powerful True Lord, perhaps even a Great True Lord who had attained three flowers gathered at the crown.
In other words, that brat had a powerful backer.
He had to finish this quickly.
Otherwise, once that True Lord arrived, he would not only make a formidable enemy but also return empty-handed.
Being on the verge of attaining three flowers and having already condensed them were as different as heaven and earth, clouds and mud.
Turning to swing his sword, Dugu Xue knocked the Peachwood Sword away again and continued his pursuit. As the two men and the deer reappeared in his sight, the iron sword in his hand became a hundred swords, then a thousand, then ten thousand.
Ten thousand swords fell like rain, each destroying a mountaintop. Explosions roared without end