Contending with the Evergreen Stele for Origin Power, Yuezheng Xiangling's Divine Word Art

Before his words had faded, Jia Ye charged again. This time, he no longer pitted his strength against Yun Che's, instead pushing his Saber Realm to its utmost.

Saber shadows filled the sky, enveloping every vital point on Yun Che's body. Each strike was so fast that only a blood-red afterimage remained. Saber qi crisscrossed, forcibly weaving an impenetrable net of blades across the arena.

"Though only one realm separates us, the gulf between us is like a chasm that cannot be crossed."

"Let me show you what the Great No-Sword Dao truly is!"

As Yun Che spoke, the enormous gray Qi Sword instantly compressed into an ordinary gray sword.

Facing Demon Lord Jiaye's Saber Realm, which seemed capable of cleaving heaven and earth apart, Yun Che remained unhurried. Not a trace of Divine Power leaked from him, and he stood there like an ordinary man.

Only when the towering saber shadow was less than an inch from the tip of his nose did Yun Che abruptly swing his sword.

With a soft puncturing sound, the gray sword passed through the sky full of saber shadows as easily as piercing a sheet of thin paper, its tip landing precisely on Demon Lord Jiaye's sword-wielding wrist.

The net of blades, which had amassed boundless savage power, collapsed in an instant. Demon Lord Jiaye felt his wrist go numb, and his entire arm lost sensation. The Demon-Slaying Saber flew from his grasp and embedded itself in the light barrier at the arena's edge, its blade humming incessantly.

Before Jia Ye could react, Yun Che flickered into place before him. The gray sword rested steadily against his neck, its icy sword force sealing off every avenue of escape around his body.

"This is... the Great No-Sword Dao? Unattached to appearances, unbound by form,