This was precisely the "Letter on Mourning the Ancient Battlefield" that Ninth Uncle had taught Xu Taiping.
And after this line had been written, a vast Sword Intent bearing a bleak, desolate killing intent abruptly rose from the Golden Scale Platform.
"Bang!"
As this Sword Intent rose, the lines of words formed from Sword Qi thundered into the air.
Like so many nails, they pinned themselves firmly into the Heavenly Light Sword Shadows controlled by the Third Prince.
The might of the Heavenly Light Sword Shadows weakened somewhat as a result.
"How could an obscure sword art from your insignificant Qingxuan possibly rival my Origin Law, the Heavenly Shadow Sword!"
The Third Prince had entered this battle resolved to die, so when he saw Xu Taiping unleash his sword, he immediately raised both hands and clawed fiercely at the sky, recklessly driving the Heavenly Shadow Sword with all his strength, utterly disregarding how severe the backlash would be afterward.
At once, the light over the Golden Scale Platform dimmed again, and everyone in the stands felt as though they were plunged into night.
In contrast, the shafts of sunlight shooting down toward the platform from above grew even more dazzling.
"Boom!"
As the Third Prince directed his sword with a forceful downward point, the mass of Heavenly Light Sword Shadows that nearly enveloped the Golden Scale Platform suddenly pressed down, crushing Xu Taiping's Sword Qi until it kept breaking apart.
Only when the Heavenly Light Sword Shadows were a mere hundred zhang from Xu Taiping did his Sword Qi stabilize again.
Even the line of words embedded in the Heavenly Light Sword Shadows now showed signs of cracking.
The sight filled everyone from the Mysterious Cloud Martial Hall with alarm.
Yet Xu Taiping stood on the Golden Scale Platform as