Wen Qingye continued to swing his sword, the golden light flaring even brighter. He stood tall and proud, like a king looking down on all creation.
"First Form of the Sword Emperor Technique! Massacre!"
With a single sweep, the blade seemed to unleash thousands of sword-shadows, as if to blot out the sky.
It was as if the shouts of a thousand armies echoed around them.
"Massa…"
"Massacre…."
The golden light and specks of starlight collided. Wen Qingye's Sword Aura was domineering, its presence unrivaled. Wang Hai's Sword Aura, in contrast, was vast and surging, full of unbridled energy.
The two lights each occupied half of the sky, splitting the world between them.
BANG!
A wave of energy erupted, sending both men flying backward.
The difference was that as Wang Hai was sent flying, he spat out a mouthful of blood, a clear sign of internal injury. Wen Qingye, meanwhile, had only grown pale.
