The sound of a longsword grinding against the ground resonated.
Lu Changgen steadied himself and abruptly lifted his head.
A desolate autumn wind gently blew between the two, and the sky seemed to grow darker.
There was no rainfall, but a low, oppressive mood hung in the air.
"You stay aside, I just need to warm up a bit," Xu Zimei turned and said with a smile to Fan Luoyu.
Fan Luoyu nodded somewhat blankly.
"This blindfold seems to be due for a change," Xu Zimei reached up and touched the cloth over his eyes, grinning lightly.
"It seems I’ve underestimated you," Lu Changgen sheathed his sword and stood upright, his gaze coldly falling on Xu Zimei as he spoke.
"You said, it’s okay if he is killed?" Xu Zimei looked towards Ji Ruobing and asked.
"Moke Ancestor has spoken, how could it be false," Ji Ruobing looked at Moke Ancestor and said with a smile.
Moke Ancestor snorted coldly and did not respond further.
"It seems someone does not take me seriously, which is truly heartbreaking," Lu Changgen’s face bore a sickly smile.
He stuck out his tongue and licked the blade, his eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty light as he gazed at Xu Zimei.
Following that was the longsword piercing through the Wugeng Void, carrying with it an intent for destruction.
The sword was four feet long, its blade a deep black color, with a crescent moon’s silhouette etched at the hilt.
As the towering Sword Intent surged forth, Xu Zimei made no movement.
Because he was blind, everything in his perception was illusory—or to be more precise, abstract.
His vision contained no other scenes, only Lu Changgen and his Sword Intent.
Xu Zimei slowly extended his right hand, Blade Intent coalescing at his fingertips, and he flicked his finger.
The Blade Intent instantly transformed into a shadow, shooting out.
A crisp "bang" echoed as the collision occurred.
With the Blade Intent striking the tip of the sword, a powerful force was transmitted. Lu Changgen’s figure was not only sent flying backward.
Even the longsword in his hand fell to the ground.
"This guy," Zhi Hang, standing nearby, watched, dumbfounded.
He felt that Xu Zimei had hardly used any strength, almost as if playing with Lu Changgen, toying with him rather than hurrying to defeat him.
"Senior Sister, is this guy really that strong?" Zhi Hang looked at Ji Ruobing, still somewhat in disbelief—even though the facts seemed to be laid out right in front of him.
After all, they knew what the Slaying Immortal Sect represented—the pinnacle of Yuan Central Continent’s power.
And their sect’s Talented Disciples were also the Talented Disciples of the Yuan Central Continent.
The absolute kings among the younger generation.
Every Saint Heir and Saintess that emerged in each era were beings who could astonish the heavens and move ghosts and gods to tears.
"When have I ever lied to you?" Ji Ruobing replied.
"To tell the truth, before meeting him, Lu Changhen had always been my biggest rival.
Unfortunately, I later realized the truth of the saying ’there is always someone stronger’."
"I still can’t accept it, even though I dislike that guy, Lu Changgen.
But his strength is far from this," Zhi Hang said, looking at Xu Zimei, puffed up with anger.
"He hasn’t even used his full strength yet."
"Interesting," Lu Changgen stood up, bent down, and picked up the longsword from the ground.
A crimson blood color was surging around him.
Even the sword in his hand began to turn blood-red.
A breeze began to blow, and his thick, slanted bangs fluttered in the wind.
Time slowly passed, and the blood-colored aura swirling around him grew heavier and heavier.
Eventually, it had transformed into a raging torrent, rolling inexorably towards him.
Ascending and reaching skyward.
The blood-colored torrent surged, enveloping Lu Changgen entirely.
"Slaying Sword descending, all things to oblivion."
Lu Changgen let out a cold shout, his body slightly leaning forward, as he directly charged and dashed toward Xu Zimei with murderous intent.
The longsword in his hands had already turned a complete blood red.
With a swipe of the sword, a long, blood-colored trail followed the tip.
A "boom" sounded, and when his sword arrived, its momentum was immense, like piercing the sky and sun, with a rainbow-like grandeur.
Seeing such an awe-inspiring sword, Xu Zimei let out a light chuckle.
The Creation Force surged in his right hand; without the slightest evasion, he turned his Spiritual Energy into a giant palm and slapped it toward the blood-red longsword.
Xu Zimei also didn’t hold back at all with this palm.
As the longsword neared, when Xu Zimei’s great palm came crashing down—
Lu Changgen looked up and felt as if this giant palm blotted out the sky and covered the entire firmament above him.
For a moment, it seemed that the mountains and seas were about to press down, an endless Suppression crashing upon him.
This palm was as if the very heavens themself had collapsed down.
A thunderous roar resounded, as if the firmament itself bellowed in rage.
Lu Changgen raised his sword to meet it, but his once equally grandiose sword now seemed as insignificant as an ant.
Its momentum was completely overshadowed by the palm.
A "boom" sounded; the giant palm struck.
The rampant Sword Qi was completely annihilated.
The world... fell silent.
Up above, Moke Ancestor’s expression changed slightly, but holding his status as an ancestor, it wasn’t appropriate for him to act.
However, a calm radiance flickered in his eyes, looking through the haze to where the giant palm had struck.
The dust gradually dissipated.
The entire scene was shrouded in silence.
"That guy, he couldn’t have been slapped to death, could he?" Zhi Hang said tentatively from the side.
"It’s not that simple," Ji Ruobing shook her head slightly.
Suddenly, a sound seemed to emerge from the haze.
The crowd looked in the direction of the noise, only to see a figure staggering and stumbling out of the ruins-like dust.
"Lu Changgen, he..." Zhi Hang murmured, looking at the figure that emerged.
At this moment, Lu Changgen was disheveled, his distressed appearance completely exposed.
Moreover, his body was drenched in blood, with hardly a spot left intact.
The sound of blood droplets falling "drip, drip" echoed on the ground.
His current appearance was truly hair-raising.
But when he raised his head, his eyes were like stagnant water, void of any ripples.
Calm yet harboring the brutality of an impending storm.
Lu Changgen reached out with his right hand and wiped across his face.
The thick blood nearly obscured his vision.
Looking at the blood on his hand, he let out a light laugh.
Then he silently extended his blood-red tongue and licked the blood off his hand.
"Fun," he said, looking toward Xu Zimei with a light chuckle.
"I thought that under the heavens, there were only a handful of people from the younger generation who could make me take things seriously.
Now, you are one of them."
"Fun?" Xu Zimei laughed softly as well.
"Don’t worry, there’s even more fun to be had."
He slowly raised his right hand and commanded, "Sword, come."
Before the sword could arrive, the formless Sword Intent already began to permeate through the void.
Although Xu Zimei had always used the Tyrant Shadow and had a particular affection for Blade Intent,
the essence of all weapons is the same at their core.
Even if he couldn’t use it profoundly, with the aid of the True Divine Sword, Xu Zimei could still wield it.
The Sword Intent overwhelmed the sky and approached with sonic booms.
This was the sound of a sword traveling faster than the speed of light.