"Clang, clang, clang."
The two monastic sabers collided, sending out a dense barrage of blade light that struck the walls and tore open one clearly visible crack after another.
"This blade light is like a seed buried in the soil, bursting forth one day, holding the mysteries of life and death. It has the flavor of returning to truth and simplicity."
"Is this the strike Meng Qi used to kill the Wolf King?!" Qin Tian looked thoughtful. This demonized Meng Qi before him seemed to be extracting the future Meng Qi's experiences and moves bit by bit, displaying them here and now.
"But... if this is all you have, then death is your only way out!" Qin Tian's gaze grew ever more dazzling. His divine, inwardly contained radiance could no longer be concealed and burst forth completely, filling the empty chamber with light.
Never mind a Meng Qi who had returned to truth and simplicity-even if Yuanshi Tianzun himself came, Qin Tian was confident he would be no weaker at the same cultivation level.
"Decent saber technique, but nothing more!"
"I am the emperor of sabers. Every saber beneath heaven must bow before me!" Qin Tian swung his saber down.
This strike was like the Heavenly Emperor sweeping down time, carrying away the allotted lifespans of all things and ushering in their final death. The monastic saber in Meng Qi's hand wailed. It was terrified, afraid of this strike.
Left with no choice, Meng Qi hurriedly changed moves. His scabbard thrust out like a sword, resembling the first appearance of the great sun as it rose within the Spiritual World, bringing light to shine upon all things.
The only actual flame was the fire starter in Qi Zhengyan's hand, yet at this moment, it was as though another sun had