At the edge of the Cloud Sea, two black robes stood facing each other.
Chong Kan's eyes were drenched in blood.
Xie Xuanyi's hands were bare white bones.
They were only separated by ten zhang.
The Great True Man quietly hovered at the Heavenly Peak, watching the black-clad young man coming against the wind with a complex expression. Years ago, he was also full of spirit, and now he was old and feeble, with a flying sword still impaled at the Qi Sea Acupoints in his heart.
Chong Kan knew that Xie Xuanyi would pay any price to grasp the flying sword and push it inward.
Next would be the final gamble deciding the life and death of the two.
After centuries of cultivation, moments like today where life is wagered are scarce; Chong Kan certainly envisioned his own final curtain... He imagined countless possibilities, but never this scenario. A revered cultivator in the Yang God Eighth Heaven Realm might die at the hands of a Yin God Realm sword cultivator.
