Clang— Suddenly, another thunderous boom rang out, and as that sound shook the air, dazzling sparks of light swept in every direction like a torrential downpour.
The Elf King had struck. In his hand he wielded an Emperor Weapon long blade, and he had brought it slashing down toward the head of the Dark Hall's Master.
Yet the Dark Hall's Master blocked it with a short sword. The blade was silver—though it did not gleam with blinding radiance, it was exquisitely crafted. A dense aura of imperial might radiated from it, letting everyone know this was no ordinary Emperor Weapon, but a top-grade one.
"You actually thought you could beat me? I was just toying with you before. If I get serious, you may not even be my match."
The Dark Hall's Master smirked coldly, then launched a flurry of attacks. The short sword in his hand became streak after streak of chilling light, slashing ceaselessly toward the Elf King.
"Hmph." But in the face of the Dark Hall's Master's ferocious onslaught, the Elf King merely let out a cold laugh—one drenched in mockery.
Swish, swish, swish— Then the Elf King swung his long blade, and the two weapons clashed together in a furious exchange.
In an instant, cold light erupted in all directions and overwhelming pressure filled the sky. The two were not simply wielding Emperor Weapons—they were simultaneously unleashing martial arts techniques with every strike. Each technique was a forbidden art of devastating power.
BOOM— Suddenly, another deafening explosion rang out, and an overwhelming wave of imperial might surged forth.
The Dark Hall's Master was sent hurtling backward—knocked flying by the Elf King's strike.
At that moment, the Dark Hall's Master's face was utterly grim. Though he had talked big earlier, everyone could clearly see that in this exchange, the Elf King still held the upper hand.
"Come—let's fight again."
Having gained the advantage in a single blow, the Elf King struck once more. The long blade in his hand seemed like a savage beast—every time it sliced through the air, it not only produced a piercing howl but also delivered a lethal attack.
"Damn it."
Sensing the situation turning dire, the Dark Hall's Master suddenly spun around. Light flashed beneath his feet as he attempted to flee.
ROAR— But before he could get far, a piercing cry echoed from the direction of his escape. Gales laced with snowflakes came swirling down, and an Ice and Snow Phoenix spanning two hundred meters in length spread its massive jaws wide, swooping straight toward him.
"You bastards—how dare you bully me this far!"
"Today this Hall's Master will show you all that I am not someone you scum who barely survived in the Lower Realms can hope to contend with!"
Seeing his escape route blocked, the Dark Hall's Master abandoned any thought of fleeing. Instead, fury and humiliation boiled over in a furious roar. He twisted his wrist, and a second short sword Emperor Weapon materialized in his other hand. He was actually wielding two identical Emperor Weapons simultaneously.
The two Emperor Weapons could complement and amplify each other, and once the second one appeared, the Dark Hall's Master's strength surged dramatically—enough to contend with the Elf King and the Ice and Snow Phoenix by himself.
The Ice and Snow Phoenix, after all, was a manifestation of a supreme treasure. Though it was undying and imperishable, it was clearly outmatched by the Dark Hall's Master and was repeatedly knocked back.
Only the Elf King possessed extraordinary strength. With him in the fight, even though the Dark Hall's Master's combat power had grown, he could still only remain on the losing side.
"As expected of the Elf King—truly worthy of being the greatest expert in the Land of Martialism."
Having witnessed the clash between two peak Martial Emperors firsthand, the deepest impression people took away was their admiration for the Elf King. Though both were Ninth-rank Martial Emperors, his combat power clearly surpassed others at the same level.
"Everyone—did you come here to destroy us, or just to watch the show?"
Just as everyone was captivated by the battle between the Elf King and the Dark Hall's Master, a mocking laugh suddenly rang out. It was Snow Maiden. She was standing not far away, alarmingly close to the Alliance army.
"We came to kill you, of course!!!"
In that moment, Poison Wanyu struck once more. But the person he wanted to kill most was not the Dark Hall's Master—it was that Snow Maiden.