"Pure Yang Palm!"
The Pure Yang Daoist Monarch propelled his palm, as it transformed, resembling a great sun carrying surging flames, burning directly forward.
"Creation Divine Fist!"
Lu Xuanji wielded his divine fist, the Power of Creation in its cycle of birth and destruction, evolving into the supreme divine fist, as though it would create a world.
Quickly striking against each other, the two swiftly clashed, their forms morphing, with killing moves evolving.
Boom boom boom!
At this moment, the energy of the celestial tribulation was gathering, once more manifesting a phantom silhouette, stepping from the illusory realm, becoming increasingly real.
This formidable figure, Sword Qi soaring to the sky, seemed devoid of anything but the sword.
It was as if he was not a living person but a sword.
It was indeed the Sword Emperor.
