The sound of a longsword grinding against the ground resonated.
Lu Changgen steadied himself and abruptly lifted his head.
A desolate autumn wind gently blew between the two, and the sky seed to grow darker.
There was no rainfall, but a low, oppressive mood hung in the air.
"You stay aside, I just need to warm up a bit," Xu Zii turned and said with a smile to Fan Luoyu.
Fan Luoyu nodded sowhat blankly.
"This blindfold seems to be due for a change," Xu Zii reached up and touched the cloth over his eyes, grinning lightly.
"It seems I’ve underestimated you," Lu Changgen sheathed his sword and stood upright, his gaze coldly falling on Xu Zii as he spoke.
"You said, it’s okay if he is killed?" Xu Zii looked towards Ji Ruobing and asked.
"Moke Ancestor has spoken, how could it be false," Ji Ruobing looked at Moke Ancestor and said with a smile.
Moke Ancestor snorted coldly and did not respond further.
"It seems soone does not take seriously, which is truly heartbreaking," Lu Changgen’s face bore a sickly smile.
He stuck out his tongue and licked the blade, his eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty light as he gazed at Xu Zii.
Following that was the longsword piercing through the Wugeng Void, carrying with it an intent for destruction.
The sword was four feet long, its blade a deep black color, with a crescent moon’s silhouette etched at the hilt.
As the towering Sword Intent surged forth, Xu Zii made no movent.
Because he was blind, everything in his perception was illusory—or to be more precise, abstract.
His vision contained no other scenes, only Lu Changgen and his Sword Intent.
Xu Zii slowly extended his right hand, Blade Intent coalescing at his fingertips, and he flicked his finger.
The Blade Intent instantly transford into a shadow, shooting out.
A crisp "bang" echoed as the collision occurred.
With the Blade Intent striking the tip of the sword, a powerful force was transmitted. Lu Changgen’s figure was not only sent flying backward.
Even the longsword in his hand fell to the ground.
"This guy," Zhi Hang, standing nearby, watched, dumbfounded.
He felt that Xu Zii had hardly used any strength, almost as if playing with Lu Changgen, toying with him rather than hurrying to defeat him.
"Senior Sister, is this guy really that strong?" Zhi Hang looked at Ji Ruobing, still sowhat in disbelief—even though the facts seed to be laid out right in front of him.
After all, they knew what the Slaying Immortal Sect represented—the pinnacle of Yuan Central Continent’s power.
And their sect’s Talented Disciples were also the Talented Disciples of the Yuan Central Continent.
The absolute kings among the younger generation.
Every Saint Heir and Saintess that erged in each era were beings who could astonish the heavens and move ghosts and gods to tears.
"When have I ever lied to you?" Ji Ruobing replied.
"To tell the truth, before eting him, Lu Changhen had always been my biggest rival.
Unfortunately, I later realized the truth of the saying ’there is always soone stronger’."
"I still can’t accept it, even though I dislike that guy, Lu Changgen.
But his strength is far from this," Zhi Hang said, looking at Xu Zii, puffed up with anger.
"He hasn’t even used his full strength yet."
"Interesting," Lu Changgen stood up, bent down, and picked up the longsword from the ground.
A crimson blood color was surging around him.
Even the sword in his hand began to turn blood-red.
A breeze began to blow, and his thick, slanted bangs fluttered in the wind.
Ti slowly passed, and the blood-colored aura swirling around him grew heavier and heavier.
Eventually, it had transford into a raging torrent, rolling inexorably towards him.
Ascending and reaching skyward.
The blood-colored torrent surged, enveloping Lu Changgen entirely.
"Slaying Sword descending, all things to oblivion."
Lu Changgen let out a cold shout, his body slightly leaning forward, as he directly charged and dashed toward Xu Zii with murderous intent.
The longsword in his hands had already turned a complete blood red.
With a swipe of the sword, a long, blood-colored trail followed the tip.
A "boom" sounded, and when his sword arrived, its montum was imnse, like piercing the sky and sun, with a rainbow-like grandeur.
Seeing such an awe-inspiring sword, Xu Zii let out a light chuckle.
The Creation Force surged in his right hand; without the slightest evasion, he turned his Spiritual Energy into a giant palm and slapped it toward the blood-red longsword.
Xu Zii also didn’t hold back at all with this palm.
As the longsword neared, when Xu Zii’s great palm ca crashing down—
Lu Changgen looked up and felt as if this giant palm blotted out the sky and covered the entire firmant above him.
For a mont, it seed that the mountains and seas were about to press down, an endless Suppression crashing upon him.
This palm was as if the very heavens themself had collapsed down.
A thunderous roar resounded, as if the firmant itself bellowed in rage.
Lu Changgen raised his sword to et it, but his once equally grandiose sword now seed as insignificant as an ant.
Its montum was completely overshadowed by the palm.
A "boom" sounded; the giant palm struck.
The rampant Sword Qi was completely annihilated.
The world... fell silent.
Up above, Moke Ancestor’s expression changed slightly, but holding his status as an ancestor, it wasn’t appropriate for him to act.
However, a calm radiance flickered in his eyes, looking through the haze to where the giant palm had struck.
The dust gradually dissipated.
The entire scene was shrouded in silence.
"That guy, he couldn’t have been slapped to death, could he?" Zhi Hang said tentatively from the side.
"It’s not that simple," Ji Ruobing shook her head slightly.
Suddenly, a sound seed to erge from the haze.
The crowd looked in the direction of the noise, only to see a figure staggering and stumbling out of the ruins-like dust.
"Lu Changgen, he..." Zhi Hang murmured, looking at the figure that erged.
At this mont, Lu Changgen was disheveled, his distressed appearance completely exposed.
Moreover, his body was drenched in blood, with hardly a spot left intact.
The sound of blood droplets falling "drip, drip" echoed on the ground.
His current appearance was truly hair-raising.
But when he raised his head, his eyes were like stagnant water, void of any ripples.
Calm yet harboring the brutality of an impending storm.
Lu Changgen reached out with his right hand and wiped across his face.
The thick blood nearly obscured his vision.
Looking at the blood on his hand, he let out a light laugh.
Then he silently extended his blood-red tongue and licked the blood off his hand.
"Fun," he said, looking toward Xu Zii with a light chuckle.
"I thought that under the heavens, there were only a handful of people from the younger generation who could make take things seriously.
Now, you are one of them."
"Fun?" Xu Zii laughed softly as well.
"Don’t worry, there’s even more fun to be had."
He slowly raised his right hand and commanded, "Sword, co."
Before the sword could arrive, the formless Sword Intent already began to perate through the void.
Although Xu Zii had always used the Tyrant Shadow and had a particular affection for Blade Intent,
the essence of all weapons is the sa at their core.
Even if he couldn’t use it profoundly, with the aid of the True Divine Sword, Xu Zii could still wield it.
The Sword Intent overwheld the sky and approached with sonic booms.
This was the sound of a sword traveling faster than the speed of light.
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