Above the Great Void.
The manifestations shifted. Countless rays of deep-black lightning hung motionless, crisscrossing and filling the space.
Above this terrifying Exiled Thunder, Silver Gleam’s punishment thunder leaped and surged, striking dread into the heart.
Wisps of Ding Fire, woven from saffron yellow and dark red, drifted and spun, vanishing soundlessly amid Thunderbolt. The uncanny eyes of Candle Yin opened and closed, shifting between cold and heat, burning away life and cutting short lifespans.
Xu Xuan pointed his Spirit Sword forward and glanced down. He was already quite far from that secret realm, and other Purple Mansion cultivators were watching from all around.
He exhaled softly. Thunderbolt gradually filled the Great Void, black and white leaping together. In a single instant, [Heaven-Commanding Tribulation] seized complete control of the changes within this expanse of space.
Yin flame roiled. A chilling murderous intent surfaced in An Xianhui's eyes, like a venomous snake, while the yin qi between his brows burned ever more fiercely.
"Altar thunder."
Though he acted arrogantly, he always brought his full strength to bear when truly fighting another cultivator. All the more so when his opponent cultivated such an exalted lineage as altar thunder.
"Do you know where that Dao Text came from? It is not something you can lay your hands on."
The murderous intent in An Xianhui's voice deepened. The Candle Yin manifestation behind him grew ever more uncanny. As its dark-red pupils opened and closed, countless flames of Ding Fire rose, scorching life itself.
Xu Xuan's expression remained unchanged. His Spirit Sword pointed forward, and [Cinnabar Thunder] rang incessantly, its clear notes soaring melodiously. He said nothing, but his meaning was plain enough.
"Good. Good."
An Xianhui's voice sank lower. Xu Xuan merely said calmly:
"Please."
In an instant, both men struck. Boundless saffron-yellow fire