Boom!
At this mont.
Both Mo Luo Celestial Saint and Ye Qingchen unleashed their final moves.
On one side was a black dragon, three hundred zhang long, its body coiling and twisting, almost spanning the entire heavens and earth. The dragon’s majesty surged, sweeping across the sky and earth with undeniable force.
On the other side was the Sun-piercing Sword Rainbow ford by three thousand six hundred flying swords. Even from hundreds or thousands of ters away, people could feel the terrifying Sword Qi charging at them.
Their attacks resembled two world-destroying lightning strikes, swiftly traversing the void, colliding fiercely in an instant.
Everyone’s hearts leaped to their throats in that mont.
This was the final strike.
Defining victory and defeat, life and death.
"Boom!"
The next instant.
A terrifying light burst forth, vast and powerful.
"Crackle!"
A frightening sound of fragntation echoed.
Behold.
The countless Wind Flying Swords soaring into the sky shattered like a torrential flood crashing against a reef under the black dragon’s onslaught, exploding into an endless burst of green light.
"No!"
Xu Huai, Cui Geng, and others trembled in shock.
"It’s over!"
Qin Wentian closed his eyes tightly.
Even though he had infinite hope before, seeing the black dragon’s overwhelming montum forced him to give up completely.
"Brother!"
Ye Qing closed her eyes, silently praying for Ye Qingchen.
"Hahaha!"
Seeing the unstoppable montum of the black dragon, overwhelming everything in its path, Mo Luo Celestial Saint couldn’t help but burst into wild laughter.
"Ye Qingchen, forcing to this extent is sothing to be proud of. Sadly, you’re no Celestial Saint, unaware of our terrifying power... today, you will die here!"
Boom!
Mo Luo Celestial Saint’s eyes glead with pride.
This duel was nearing its end.
But then, a cold realization swept Mo Luo Celestial Saint’s heart. As a true Strongest Celestial Saint, he was smug about defeating a re Profound Pill Realm cultivator.
"Rumble!"
The black dragon charged with ever-increasing ferocity and speed, more violent than ever before.
Instantly.
The Heaven-shocking Sword Rainbow composed of three thousand six hundred swords was ground down by ninety-nine percent, leaving only a few dozen flying swords. Against the black dragon’s onslaught, these last few swords would shatter in a blink.
But then, an unbelievable scene unfolded.
From the remaining swords, a dazzling beam of sword light suddenly erupted. This radiant force swiftly erged from the sword group, hurtling viciously towards the black dragon.
The sword light was incredibly swift, with a faint image of Ye Qingchen visible inside.
"Haofeng Style, so this was Ye Qingchen’s true sword all along!"
Qin Wentian suddenly cried out.
Given Ye Qingchen’s power, how could he contend with Mo Luo Celestial Saint? The black dragon’s montum rolled forth, magic flas raging enough to engulf everything. If Ye Qingchen faced it head-on, he risked annihilation before even slaying the dragon.
Therefore.
The three thousand six hundred swords were re decoys to wear down the black dragon’s sharpness.
And this last sword was the true lethal strike.
"What?"
Mo Luo Celestial Saint’s smile vanished, replaced by disbelief.
"Boom!"
He quickly ford a spell seal.
Urging the black dragon to crush the final sword light.
But.
With its edge lost, how could the black dragon withstand Ye Qingchen’s ultimate sword?
"Screech!"
A sudden tearing sound rang out.
Behold.
Ye Qingchen’s sword, like a blade slicing through butter, cleaved into the black dragon’s head. The sword edge, unstoppable, surprisingly split the dragon in two.
"Impossible!"
At that mont, Mo Luo Celestial Saint’s expression changed dramatically, losing his earlier calm deanor.
The black dragon, split apart, transford into two smaller dragons, but it was too late to counterattack.
Mo Luo Celestial Saint gritted his teeth.
Dark mist swirled up again, forming massive barriers to hinder Ye Qingchen. Yet these barriers were rent asunder like butter before Ye Qingchen’s sword light.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
Barrier after barrier shattered instantly. These defensive spells couldn’t resist Ye Qingchen’s unstoppable sword.
And then.
Ye Qingchen had reached Mo Luo Celestial Saint’s presence.
"Roar!"
Mo Luo Celestial Saint let out a screeching howl, attempting to crush Ye Qingchen’s sword with his enormous phantom’s eight colossal hands.
Rumble!
In everyone’s eyes.
The sword, like a falling Star River, collided fiercely with Mo Luo’s phantom. A massive explosion erupted across the firmant, endless spiritual light blossoming in the sky.
Simultaneously.
A vast, surging blast of energy expanded rapidly from the sky, rippling outward. It resembled a hurricane’s assault, shattering the entire mountain peak. Enormous cracks, like lightning, swept across the peak. The gust forced everyone to retreat repeatedly.
"Who won?"
At that mont.
Everyone looked skyward.
To them, although Mo Luo Celestial Saint hadn’t fully awakened, he still wielded Celestial Saint power. The final combination of eight palms contained all his strength.
But Ye Qingchen’s sword, equally ferocious, far exceeded the power of the Profound Core Ninth Heaven. Even if everyone present joined forces, they feared they couldn’t withstand this sword.
"What’s this?"
Suddenly, Qin Wentian’s expression drastically changed.
Imdiately, Ye Qing, Cui Geng, and Xu Huai were wide-eyed, full of astonishnt.
The cultivators siding with Mo Luo Celestial Saint were struck as if by lightning, paralyzed on the spot.
Behold.
As the light faded, a scene unforgettable for a lifeti unfolded in the sky.
Behold.
The eight colossal hands prepared to grasp the heavens, clamping tightly around Ye Qingchen, forming a cage, trapping him within.
However.
The sword light in Ye Qingchen’s hand pierced straight into the center of Mo Luo’s phantom’s forehead!
"Impossible?"
Mo Luo Celestial Saint’s face filled with disbelief.
"Crack!"
Just then.
On the mountain peak, the Bronze Coffin quivered, a faint noise emanating. A crack silently appeared upon it.
At that mont.
A crack appeared on Mo Luo Celestial Saint’s face as well.
Almost as soon as the crack erged, it spread rapidly over the entire Bronze Coffin like an encroaching tide.
Subsequently.
The body of Mo Luo Celestial Saint mirrored this, like a shattered mirror.
"I’m unwilling..."
In a pitiful wail.
Mo Luo’s phantom, deprived of magic support, collapsed like a mountain, exploding into countless black smoke, silently dissipating across the sky.
In the heavens.
Only one young man remained, proudly standing in the void.
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