Thirty-six Sword Shadows wheeled and howled, bearing the Unmoored Boat as it soared into the sky.
Clang!
The Great Halberd and the Flying Sword collided violently. Waves of air burst apart and surged in every direction.
The Unmoored Boat's blade trembled slightly, and Li Yi was forced back several steps by its cutting edge.
Song Yan felt an inexplicable touch of relief.
Had he not used the Qilin Precious Blood to strengthen his body before the final match, his meridians might already have been unable to withstand this clash.
Yet that was not the most important thing.
From the moment Li Yi fully revealed that imposing presence until now,
he had kept vaguely sensing something indescribable slowly rising from the depths of his heart.
That was also why he had held off on using his Sword Dao True Essence.
The sensation was profound and subtle, as though some emotion that had always lain hidden in his heart was slowly being drawn out.
Black and white spiritual light began to flow slowly over the Unmoored Boat.
It was as though it had foreseen something and was cheering and singing in anticipation.
The two continued their fierce battle.
To Li Yi's surprise, the glimmer of gold in Song Yan's eyes slowly faded.
"Has his Spiritual Power run dry?"
Sensing Song Yan's movements growing slower and slower, Li Yi could not help feeling a little regret.
What a delightful opponent. What an incomparably formidable sword.
What a pity...
His Spiritual Power cultivation was, in the end, still far below Li Yi's own.
This final match would probably end here.
Discussions broke out among the disciples in the surrounding spectator seats.
"Senior Brother Song Yan is astonishingly gifted, but he's only at the Qi Refining Seventh Layer, after all."
"Senior Brother Li Yi really