"As expected of a Level-94 Titled Douluo…"
A blazing battle-light surged within Li Zhexian's eyes.
Sensing its master's will, the Qinglian Sword let out a clear, soaring cry.
Wind and snow touching its aura instantly shattered, dissolving into nothingness.
This Second Elder, Tang Yue—
Titled Tempest Mountain Douluo—
Was the strongest enemy he had ever faced alone.
...
"To think this child is this strong!"
Tang Yue's expression tightened, the muscles of his arms writhing like coiled dragons.
His yellow-green Spirit Power surged violently as he forced out the razor-sharp fragments of sword qi that had invaded his body.
"I originally thought I could finish this within twenty hammer swings."
"Now it seems this will be a bitter battle."
His face was solemn—
But the arrogance in his eyes had not diminished in the slightest.
Their earlier clash had appeared evenly matched.
But he still firmly believed—
Victory was his.
...
Amid the raging storm—
Li Zhexian's figure blurred, nearly merging into the snow itself.
Suddenly—
A vast, ancient beast's roar thundered through the blizzard,
As if echoing from primordial wilderness,
Reverberating in every ear.
"Yazi Right Arm Spirit Bone Ability — Sword-Bearing Suppression Domain!"
The endless snowfall seemed to answer the call—
Rushing in mad torrents.
Before everyone's shocked eyes—
The snow condensed in an instant—
Forming a massive, ten-meter-long mythical beast.
A creature with the head of a dragon, body of a jackal,
Its white pelt forged entirely from ice and snow.
A colossal Qinglian Sword was clenched in its jaws.
A killing intent swept across heaven and earth.
"ROOOOAR——!"
The Snowstorm Yazi reared its forelimbs high,
Poised to stomp downward.
At the same moment—
Li Zhexian gripped the sword with both hands,
Pointing its tip toward the void.
BOOM—!!!
As the Yazi's hooves crashed down—
Li Zhexian stabbed the Qinglian Sword into the empty air.
Sword pierces—
Beast shatters—
The Yazi exploded—
But did not revert to ordinary snow.
Instead—
It scattered into tens of thousands of incomparably sharp Qinglian Sword shadows.
In that instant—
The world within a kilometer changed color.
Countless translucent sword-shadows materialized across the sky, crossing and interlocking, blotting out the heavens.
A vast, terrifying domain of swords descended.
The oppressive might of the Weapon Master filled every inch of space.
...
All the powerhouses present blanched.
Chen Xin's brows tightened—
The Seven Kill Sword in his hand trembling uncontrollably.
Though he forcibly pressed it down—
The trembling of his sword spirit could not be calmed.
Feng Bailong drifted in the storm—
The wind sword at his waist humming in unease.
Dugu Bo and Yu Yuanzhen exchanged glances—
Both seeing shock in each other's eyes.
"Zhexian still had such a terrifying domain-ability hidden?!"
"This is impossible!" Tang Xiao and the three elders felt their Clear Sky Hammers grow several times heavier—
Even the Spirit Power wrapped around them dimmed.
As if encountering a higher lifeform—
Their Martial Souls felt a primal urge to bow.
"The Clear Sky Hammer is the number one tool Martial Soul in the world!"
"What kind of Martial Soul could make the Clear SkyHammer submit?!"
Tang Xiao's composure shattered—
A deep fear burst into his eyes.
...
Within Heaven Dou City below, every Tool-System Spirit Master inside the domain felt a deep terror coming from their own Martial Souls.
Especially disciples of the Wind Sword Sect—
Their sword Martial Souls nearly flew out of their bodies entirely.
The sword-tips trembled, all pointing toward the white-robed figure in the sky, and together with other Tool-Martial Souls—
They slowly bowed.
As if worshipping the sole supreme ruler among weapons.
This scene—this vision of ten thousand weapons bowing—
Sent numb shock crawling over everyone's scalp.
...
Li Zhexian slowly withdrew the Qinglian Sword.
A brilliant sword shadow remained floating in the air.
This second ability of the Yazi right arm Spirit Bone had originally been reserved for confronting the Spirit Masters of Spirit Hall.
But Tang Yue's strength—
Was worthy of it.
Its effect was simple—
Yet tyrannical:
Within the domain—
all weapons and soul-tools weaker in quality than the Qinglian Sword are compelled toward submission.
Except for Li Zhexian—
Any opponent wishing to use a weapon must spend double the Spirit Power.
If the opponent's Spirit Power is insufficient, or their weapon is of low quality—
It may lose control outright and bow.
...
"Li Zhexian…" Tang Yue gritted his teeth until they nearly cracked.
Even the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand was giving off a feeling of resistance.
If he were not forcefully gripping it with the power of a Level-94 Titled Douluo,
his Clear Sky Hammer might truly bow its head.
"The Clear Sky Hammer is the number one Tool Martial Soul in the world!
How could it ever be shaken?!"
Veins bulged on Tang Yue's forehead.
His aging, leopard-eyed face twisted into something almost ferocious.
The Clear Sky Hammer was the faith and foundation of the Clear Sky Clan.
If it bowed to Li Zhexian today—
It would be no different from breaking the sect's spine.
BOOM—! BOOM—!
Terrifying Spirit Power erupted from Tang Yue's body.
The blizzard around him blasted upward in reverse.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black—
Nine Spirit Rings rose beneath his feet.
His hair and beard bristled upward.
The eighth Spirit Ring flared with deep, abyssal black light.
"Eighth Spirit Ability — Clear Sky Polar Tempest!"
His thunderous roar split the air.
The Clear Sky Hammer, swollen to its absolute limit, spun furiously.
Wind, snow, and air within a kilometer were torn into a towering cyclone that reached sky and earth.
The blizzard-dragon tornado howled with terrifying might, like ten thousand beasts roaring at once.
And at the center of that colossal vortex,
a pitch-black, mountain-sized hammer-head condensed—
carrying the force of the entire tornado as it locked onto Li Zhexian and smashed downward.
This strike—
Once locked—
Could not be dodged.
...
Light flickered in Li Zhexian's eyes—
the reflection of the Glazed Mirage Sword intent.
He had already seen the trajectory of Tang Yue's Spirit Ability .
But the air around him was as solid as iron.
The gulf between their Spirit Power realms
was laid bare at this moment.
"If I were a Spirit Sage right now, I might be able to dodge this…"
A thousand thoughts scattered—
Then sharpened into a single blaze of battle-will.
"If it cannot be dodged—
then I'll take it head-on!"
Li Zhexian let out a long, soaring shout.
Great Vertebra Sword Qi erupted upward.
Eight manifestations of Qinglian Sword Intent appeared around him—
some sharp, some ethereal, some blazing—
interweaving, swirling around his body.
Six radiant Spirit Rings lit beneath his feet.
The Clear Spring Wine Gourd at his waist poured of its own accord.
Crystal-clear liquor splashed across the Qinglian Sword.
"Wine Boils, Sword Cries!"
Lotus petals bloomed along the blade.
The humming rose straight into the Ninth Heaven.
"Second Spirit Ability — Three Swords of Elegance!"
The sword-light split into three—
then instantly reunited.
The already crystalline Qinglian Sword became so pure it seemed almost immaterial.
Like condensed light.
Like a single, transparent thought.
A transcendent aura of "cleansing all under heaven"
swept outward from the blade.
The falling snow melted into nothing
before it could even approach—
forming a circle of untouched, pristine space around him.
He softly spoke the name of the technique—
his voice overwhelming the roaring storm:
"Qinglian Sword Song, Eighth Form — Purifying Glaze!"
The moment the words fell—
He moved.
Li Zhexian surged forward with his sword.
He soared against the world-shattering blizzard tornado.
Eight Qinglian Sword Intents around him simultaneously blazed—
transforming into eight vast rivers of sword energy,
all slashing toward the mountain-sized Clear Sky Hammer.
Under countless gazes—
The Qinglian Sword
and the Clear Sky Hammer
collided head-on.
In an instant—
There was no sound.
Only a blinding burst of white light.
And then—
The sky-shaking detonation struck.
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!!
A ring-shaped blast swept all snow clouds from the sky.
At the collision's core, space twisted—
glazed purifying light and Clear Sky tempest lightning
shredding and annihilating each other…
...
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