The Ancient Azure Dragon Sword traced a graceful, rosy arc through the void.
The beam of sword light swept out, tearing through the void as it shot straight toward Beitang Jian.
Beitang Moi's face darkened. "Petty tricks! Withered and Flourishing Extinction Palm!"
Shrouded beneath his cloak, Beitang Moi raised both hands.
One hand was like withered wood, the other like the skin of an infant.
Auras of both life and death erupted from him simultaneously.
This was the Grand Art of Withering and Flourishing that Beitang Moi cultivated. He had refined the two great Mystical Techniques of life and death to their absolute peak. Life and death fused, causing the lush mountains and forests in one direction to instantly wither while another direction burgeoned with the vibrancy of spring. These two bizarre energies converged in the void to form a black-and-white palm.
It pressed down toward the Sword Aura.
BOOM!
A terrifying surge of energy roared and then detonated.
