High in the heavens, fierce winds gusted.
Countless streams of raging spiritual light collided and surged, their source none other than the two Golden Core cultivators fighting this battle, Zhang Cheng and Qin Yang.
Zhang Cheng's beard and hair streamed wildly. His lean, kindly face had grown somewhat ferocious in this fight to the death.
His lifespan was already nearing its end. Given their respective strength and condition, he should have lost long ago.
But now that Qin Yang had taken a solid blow from that Sword Talisman and suffered grievous injury, Zhang Cheng had to consider whether this was his best chance to keep Qin Yang here forever.
That would also serve to strike fear into the world, giving the Nangong Aristocratic Clan room to breathe.
To preserve the Nangong clan, he had completely abandoned any thought of surviving.
His resolve to die freed him of all restraint. Burning his vitality and Spiritual Power, he drove his flying swords without any regard for patterns or formations. Every move aimed at mutual destruction.
As the saying went, the reckless feared the ruthless, and the ruthless feared those who cared nothing for their lives.
With his determination to drag someone along on his final journey, Zhang Cheng actually forced Qin Yang to retreat again and again.
Then Song Yan and Qin Xijun slaughtered the remaining Qin Household cultivators, barely preserving the Nangong clan's lineage, and Zhang Cheng had nothing left to worry about.
"Old bastard!"
Qin Yang let out a roar of utter frustration, his handsome, unearthly face twisting with fury and pain.
Strands of terrifyingly sharp Sword Qi still lingered in the wound across his chest, like maggots clinging to bone, constantly eating away at his body.
He was forced to devote most of his attention and Law Power to