At this moment, high above the depths of the Ghost Sect, two figures were still locked in a fierce battle, terrifying beyond measure. All kinds of Bloodline Divine Abilities collided without end, while the Yanluo Saber and Nine Dragon Sacred Sword clashed madly as well.
"Ao Jiulong, it seems you are the master of Tong Shen Men. You have been gathering massive quantities of divine iron materials—could it be that you want to forge a divine artifact? And why did you set up the Sky Demon Blood Sacrifice Soul Array?"
King Yanluo asked.
"The dead have no need to know so much!"
Nine Dragon Saint sneered.
"The dead? Do you think you can defeat me?"
King Yanluo let out a cold laugh. His black hair stood on end, his pupils were sharp as lightning, and the golden armor around his body shone brilliantly. Saint Qi surged throughout him, shaking the heavens and earth.
He shot into the air. The Yanluo Saber in his hand emitted waves of chilling intent as it stabbed toward Nine Dragon Saint's chest, erupting with thunderous roars and ear-piercing metallic clangs.
Clang!
Another earth-shaking boom rang out. Nine Dragon Saint met the attack with his sword, then swung it more than a dozen times in succession, unleashing strike after strike and sending King Yanluo flying.
Lu Ren was also stunned by the sight. Earlier, the two had directly clashed with their Bloodline Divine Abilities, unable to determine a victor.
Now that they were competing in swordsmanship and saber techniques, nearly every move was exceedingly dangerous. The slightest carelessness could lead to defeat.
In a battle of this level, once one showed signs of defeat, it meant utter defeat. It was very difficult to turn the tide of heaven and earth.
"Ao Jiulong, let me show you