Xingtian gritted his teeth and shot forward, swinging his massive, rigid bronze axe like a whip. He moved so fast that the axe bent into an arc.
The Yellow Emperor's expression turned cold. Leaning sideways, he swung the Xuanyuan Sword and barely blocked the blow at a perilous angle.
Though the Yellow Emperor was not as tall or imposing as Xingtian, the strength of that exchange showed that they were evenly matched.
The ground beneath both men's feet shattered. An enormous wave of Sword Qi rippled outward, carving a groove into the surrounding walls.
Du Yu and the others ducked, feeling an invisible gust of force skim over their scalps.
When they looked up again, the two men were already swinging their weapons wildly at each other, sending countless sparks flying.
The Xuanyuan Sword truly deserved its place among the finest magic treasures. Every heavy blow from the Bronze Axe only made its radiance stronger, and it grew fiercer with every exchange.
The Sword Qi flying wildly from the two combatants slashed scar after scar into the room's walls.
Du Yu could tell that the Yellow Emperor's cultivation was every bit as strong as Xingtian's. A battle at this level would surely end only when one of them died.
Before long, their Sword Qi had severed every pillar in the room. The walls could no longer bear the roof's weight, and the building finally collapsed with a crash.
Du Yu and his companions hurried several steps back, narrowly avoiding being caught in the collapse.
When they looked up again, Xingtian and the Yellow Emperor leaped out of the rubble and flew into the sky, continuing their close-quarters clash.
Deafening booms rang through the air like successive thunderclaps.
The massive axe plunged like a meteor, unleashing rumbling roars.
The treasured sword