Published: March 8, 2025
The fierce airflow erupted wildly!
It rushed towards all directions!
If it weren't for the cultivation levels of the nine great clans tightly protecting the ice and snow platform they built, this shock could have collapsed all the high platforms at this moment!
Those from the nine great clans, who originally looked down on this battle, now revealed serious expressions, focusing intently on the fight!
This was a true battle of men!
"Good!" Dong Wushang howled to the sky, his fierce spirit ignited, his long black hair bursting free from its tie, dancing wildly in the wind and snow! His legs were firmly planted on the ground, immovable like mountains, standing still!
"Refreshing!" Li Xiong Tu roared, his muscles bulging, his eyes shooting out even stronger battle intent than before!
The stronger the enemy! The more invigorated I become!
Both Dong Wushang and Li Xiong Tu belonged to this kind of people!
Neither of them allowed the other to rest, nor did they allow themselves a moment of respite, as the Ink Blade and Broad Sword were simultaneously raised, and they crashed together once again!
Sparks flew, almost igniting.
Then, the sound of bangs connected into one continuous roar!
With each collision, snow pillars shot up into the sky with fierce intensity!
First, Dong Wushang unleashed a storm of ten consecutive slashes, while Li Xiong Tu retreated a step to meet each one, causing the battle circle to rapidly shift towards Li Xiong Tu's side.
Then Li Xiong Tu shouted loudly, swinging his Broad Sword to unleash ten fierce counterattacks. Dong Wushang met one sword and retreated a step, continuing to retreat ten steps!
The violent sounds of their clashes were almost deafening to the spectators!
Suddenly, both men stopped at the same time.
One propped up by his blade, the other by his sword, they stood five zhang apart, breathing heavily, then burst into laughter together!
So exhilarating!
Such a battle set their blood on fire!
Even though their arms were sore, their hands were torn, and blood was still flowing from their orifices, their battle spirits had not diminished in the slightest; rather, they grew even more fervent!
Chu Yang furrowed his brows, watching this battle, feeling his blood boiling in his veins, and unconsciously clenched his fists!
Suddenly, a fragrant breeze wafted by. He turned his head to see Mo Lei Er, her face filled with tension as she looked at Dong Wushang in the arena, her eyes filled with concern and pity.
"Don't worry! Wushang will definitely win!" Chu Yang assured her. "I have confidence in him; you should have confidence too!"
Mo Lei Er vigorously nodded her head, but bit her lip until it bled.
"Again!" Dong Wushang shouted loudly.
"Again!" Li Xiong Tu laughed maniacally!
"Blade comes, heartless sky!" Dong Wushang laughed wildly, his body with the Ink Blade lifting off the ground, soaring seven zhang high, then plummeting down like a black meteor!
Becoming a whirlwind!
"Sword transformation pagoda!" Li Xiong Tu roared, his body twisting on the ground, and instantly a pagoda made of countless sword tips emerged, flowing upwards in layers, quickly reaching seven layers, then spinning violently as it shot into the air to meet the incoming heartless sky!
Blade lights and sword lights surged forth, the sounds of their weapons clashing echoed in a continuous rhythm, as a dark shadow, accompanied by a furious howl, shot into the air!
Another towering figure staggered backward on the ground.
The one soaring into the sky was Dong Wushang; this time, he rebounded to a height of at least thirteen to fourteen zhang! His imposing figure seemed to block out the blue sky at that moment!
"Blade breaks the heartless sky!" Dong Wushang suddenly twisted in mid-air, a blade aura as thick as a barrel shot out from the Ink Blade, and Dong Wushang dove down with it once more!
"Ah!" Li Xiong Tu howled, his sword light pagoda reappearing layer by layer!
With a tremendous boom!
Li Xiong Tu tumbled backward seven zhang, his hair disheveled, blood flowing from his orifices, yet his legs remained firmly planted on the ground, hands raised like rocks, steady with the sword.