Suddenly, a Dragon Roar rang out, accompanied by an oppressive aura steeped in Primordial Antiquity, spreading from the longsword in the Sword Fiend's hand.
When he saw him raise the Youlong Sword, Cui Tiegu, below the Sword Platform, suddenly grew grave. Without turning his head, he asked A Meng beside him:
"Brother A Meng, that sword in the Sword Fiend's hand is the Youlong Sword forged by the Dragon Clan back then, isn't it?"
A Meng gritted his teeth, then replied gravely:
"That Youlong Sword is indeed a genuine divine weapon of the Dragon Clan."
Cui Tiegu frowned.
"With that divine weapon in hand, I'm afraid the Sword Fiend's fighting strength will return to its peak."
Even as they spoke, the Sword Fiend drew his sword with a ringing clang. His figure swept up true flames like raging waves upon the sea as he thrust at Dugu Qingxiao.
Facing the Sword Fiend's thrust, Dugu Qingxiao, standing atop the Red Lotus, raised a hand and recalled the enormous Bone Sword planted at the other end of the Sword Platform, then drove it into the ground.
"Bang!"
Amid the deafening collision, eighteen layers of phantom lotuses enveloped Dugu Qingxiao in an instant.
Almost simultaneously, the Sword Fiend's sword struck the outermost phantom Red Lotus hard.
"Boom!"
In a mere instant, eleven of those eighteen layers of phantom lotuses shattered in succession.
Even so, A Meng and the others could not help marveling at the formidable defense of those eighteen layers of phantom lotuses. After all, that strike had not only been delivered with the Sword Fiend's full strength, but also with the Dragon Clan divine weapon in his hand.
Its power went without saying.
Having failed to shatter all eighteen layers of phantom lotuses with a single strike, the Sword Fiend's face