"Twenty-two slashes, Soul Sever!"
Finally, Wang Chuan's long-charged slash streaked across the sky. Amidst the roiling thunderclouds above, it seemed to conjure a net of lightning. The firmament roared. Thunder fell silent, and the blood-red clouds paled!
Su Bei laughed heartily, the Qingping Sword in his hand now radiating a sinister, bewitching allure, unleashing vast amounts of Qingping Sword Qi!
"Sword One, Somber Will!"
The heavens lowered; blood-colored were the lands. A single sword strike, self-severing!
One sword, somber.
One will, somber!
The two terrifying figures, gathering all the Spiritual Energy of the heavens, finally smashed into each other with a deafening crash! Majestic ripples surged through the air in all directions, threatening to shatter eardrums.
At that precise moment, dust billowed on another arena platform. A figure was sent flying, instantly capturing everyone's attention.
"COUGH, COUGH!"
