"Boom!..."
The instant A Meng's words fell, a deafening war drum suddenly thundered through heaven and earth without warning.
In a mere instant, Xu Taiping and the others beside the Sword Platform, along with the cultivators watching from the surrounding stands, were all drawn by the drumbeat into A Meng's battlefield-like Sword Domain.
"Boom! Boom, boom! Boom, boom, boom!..."
As the battlefield drums beat on, the watching cultivators forcibly drawn into the Sword Domain discovered that the battlefield around them was growing ever more lifelike.
Some cultivators even smelled blood and fire in the air.
"Clang!"
Just as everyone reeled in shock, a sudden Sword Cry forcibly "tore apart" the war drums within the Sword Domain.
Then a chasm abruptly split the once-flat battlefield in two, and a long single-plank bridge stretched across its center.
A Meng stood east of the single-plank bridge.
Su Chan stood west of the single-plank bridge.
This was precisely Su Chan's Sword Domain, Single-Plank Bridge.
Once the single-plank bridge was in place, anyone wishing to defeat Su Chan had to cross it, regardless of their cultivation realm.
And when Su Chan attacked, Su Chan would no longer be constrained by domain power such as Sword Domains or True Domains.
"Boom!"
The instant the single-plank bridge rose, a piercing rush split the air. Everyone saw a streak of black sword light slash from west to east across the battlefield's blood-red sky, thrusting straight toward A Meng, who stood alone on the eastern side.
Wherever the black sword light passed, cracks kept appearing in the sky above the battlefield.
But just as that black sword light was about to pierce A Meng's chest, the phantom of a gigantic gravestone formed from white sword light abruptly towered before him.
"Bang!"
Amid a deafening collision, the black sword light