Wind and snow howled, shaking heaven and earth.
Slashing blades of light spun, cleaving through yin and yang.
Dantai Xue and Jiang Qisha — both were heaven-blessed prodigies. Compared to the so-called geniuses of the Eastern Sea Region, they were like gods, powerful beyond anything people could dare to imagine.
The two exchanged blow after blow, the battle growing more and more intense. All that could be seen was the raging blizzard and the ferocious crimson blades of light — the combatants themselves had vanished from sight.
And yet, even though they could no longer see the two, people could still feel their majestic presence — the martial techniques they unleashed, the king weapons they wielded, the incredible methods they displayed. Their hearts surged with a tempest of emotions: both exhilaration and dread.
Exhilaration, because they were witnessing a clash between the absolute pinnacle of genius. Dread, because facing people of such overwhelming power naturally gave rise to fear.
It had to be said — Dantai Xue and Jiang Qisha, with their terrifying strength, had conquered everyone present. Even Murong Mingtian had to admit that he was inferior to these two monstrous young talents.
But when two tigers fight, one must fall. When two dragons clash, one must emerge victorious. Dantai Xue and Jiang Qisha were no exception.
"Ugh!" Suddenly, a tragic scream rang out, and a figure came hurtling out of the vicious storm of combat. At the same time, earth-shattering ripples of energy arrived in the blink of an eye.
It was Dantai Xue. At this moment, her entire body was drenched in blood, and torrents of crimson were gushing from her mouth. Her aura had grown several times weaker than before — so weak that even her body was trembling violently. Though she could still keep herself aloft in the air, she was hanging by a thread, on the verge of collapse.
At that moment, Jiang Qisha's figure also materialized. He now gripped a massive crimson halberd, and swirling around his body was a seething aura of flame-red energy.
That energy rose ever higher, more savage than actual fire. But the most terrifying thing about him at this moment was not the visible crimson aura — it was the invisible killing intent that radiated from every fiber of his being.
"Dantai Xue — hand over your life!" Jiang Qisha's eyes were bloodshot, like a demon's. Wielding the massive crimson halberd, he hurtled toward Dantai Xue.
"Mm—"
Dantai Xue's body twitched as she tried to dodge, but she not only failed to evade — she spat out yet another mouthful of blood. She had no strength left to fight.
But even in this state, Jiang Qisha showed no mercy. Before he even drew close, the crimson halberd in his hands was already descending with the weight of ten thousand mountains, cleaving downward. He intended to split Dantai Xue clean in half from head to toe.
Hummm—
However, just as everyone believed that Dantai Xue's death was certain, the void in front of her began to ripple and distort. A moment later, with a tearing sound, the very fabric of space ripped open — and from within it, a massive jet-black sword burst forth.
Once the jet-black sword appeared, it positioned itself horizontally above Dantai Xue, intercepting Jiang Qisha's crimson halberd with a deafening clash.
CLAAAANG—!
The moment the two weapons collided, sparks erupted in all directions and a thunderous boom shook the air. At the same time, Jiang Qisha's wrist jerked, his body lurched, and he was sent flying backward — he had actually been knocked back by the sheer force of the impact.
"What is that?!"
Everyone watching was stunned. They had already witnessed Jiang Qisha's terrifying power, and yet this jet-black sword that had emerged from thin air had actually forced the ferocious Jiang Qisha to retreat. How could they not be shocked?