Li Xuanzhen looked unusually battered, with wounds across his body that refused to heal. Yet his aura remained formidable. He stood there calmly, like an ancient divine sword radiating an edge that could pierce heaven and earth.
He carefully put something in his hand into a Sumeru Bag at his waist, glanced around warily, and was about to leave.
Whoosh!
A streak of black light flashed past, too fast for even a Great Sword Cultivator to react. Two figures had already appeared before him, one holding an enormous door plank, the other swinging a spear wreathed in soul power. Their earth-shaking might erupted as they attacked him head-on.
"Hmph! What petty scoundrels are you?" Li Xuanzhen slashed upward. A phantom Tongtian Ancient Sword rose from the ground, like an ancient giant striking from beyond the endless river of history. Surging sword intent tore through the clouds.
Even Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes as he watched from a distance.
No wonder this Great Sword Cultivator had always been so arrogant. He truly had ability. Judging by this strike, he was not much weaker than the Calamity Ghost leader from earlier.
"So all that talk about enduring battles of blood and fire and having combat power far beyond their peers was just these weird objects' own fantasy. The powerhouses of the Nine Provinces spend their days contemplating the Dao of heaven and earth, and their strength is just as terrifying!" he murmured.
In that brief span, the battle ahead had already been decided.
Jiang Xiao Chen opened with a killing move. The Restricted Zone's door plank blotted out the sky, forming a world of its own to trap and kill his opponent within.
The Soul Ancestor Commander thrust his spear, and an illusory shadow shot from its shaft straight into Li Xuanzhen's