"This Ancient Sword Style is connected to an Ancient Great Emperor. It was a sword technique he created himself back then."
Monk Dazhi said, "I once specifically researched the Ancient Great Emperor. His life was filled with towering achievements, and his swordsmanship stood alone beneath the heavens. He was undeniably powerful."
"Then who do you think will win between the two?" Xu Zimo asked.
"I don't know." Monk Dazhi shook his head directly.
"They have hidden themselves too deeply. Even with my Heaven-Observing Art, I cannot see through either of them.
"I cannot divine their fortunes, either."
"Then watch carefully," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"You still have a long road ahead in learning divination."
On the fighting stage, the winds and clouds had already begun to shift.
Mo Tianming's Nine Transformations of Kunpeng had been completely suppressed.
The Barren Cang Style carried the withering of all things as it bloomed across the surroundings, reducing everything to nothing beneath the sword.
"Reveal your True Fate. Otherwise, you will definitely lose to my next move," Ji Ruobing's icy voice drifted over.
Mo Tianming smiled faintly. The green spiritual energy around him moved with the wind, already filling the entire void.
Mo Tianming beckoned with his right hand, and the green spiritual energy he had laid out instantly erupted into turmoil.
With him at its center, a tornado rose.
The tornado roared past, shredding the surrounding void and firing countless wind arrows in all directions.
Ji Ruobing hurriedly retreated, and the two widened the distance between them.
"You're rather interesting," Mo Tianming said with a smile as he looked at Ji Ruobing.
"Cut the nonsense. Use your strongest strength, or I won't enjoy beating you either," Ji Ruobing replied calmly.
Mo Tianming chuckled softly.
His gaze narrowed slightly, and several "bang,