A flash of blade light!
It filled the entire cavern!
Bai Xiu’s expression remained calm and composed, as "Complete Flash" activated... Numerous shadows dodged within the cavern.
This divine skill-like body technique in close combat among peers at the Transcendent level was no longer perfect in a battle dominated by realm. The snow-white garment was inevitably grazed by the blade light, slicing through it.
Fragments of white sleeves, like snowflakes, fluttered within the cavern.
Bai Zesheng had already been a nearly Titled Level powerhouse of the Deep Sea Eleventh Layer.
While Bai Xiu, however talented,
had only been at the Deep Sea Ninth Layer a year ago.
Bai Zesheng swung his blade forward.
His blade techniques were grand and rough, yet the strand of purple divine radiance on the blade was incredibly delicate, sealing off all of Bai Xiu’s escape routes... This was not to kill directly, but to compress the opponent’s maneuvering space.
No matter how strong "Complete Flash" was, it also required a certain amount of space to be executed!
The cavern was extremely narrow inside.
The bursting shadows were gradually decreasing.
Bai Zesheng abruptly raised his hand, and from afar, a light echo suddenly resonated, the original blade sheath suddenly returning like a swiftly shot arrow. This time, Bai Xiu grunted, still making a precise dodging movement in time, but one side of his cheek was grazed, drawing a light trace of blood...
Holding the sheath, Bai Zesheng held two long sheathed items in his hands and calmly said, "If I were you, I would hide in the yard, quietly waiting for the storm to end. As long as you hide in that little courtyard, no one can do anything to you, right?"
Bai Xiu slowly wiped the wound on his cheek with the back of his hand.
He silently gazed at the bloodstain on the back of his hand, his expression somewhat dazed.
How long had it been... since he had bled in battle?
Bai Zesheng attacked again, blade and sheath whistled, forming a gust of wind!
An extremely crisp collision sound rang within the cavern, and Bai Xiu stopped using "Complete Flash." The moment he looked up, a human-shaped shadow of condensed Thunder Light suddenly emerged behind him.
That human-shaped shadow was as majestic and imposing as the God Generals from ancient legends.
It wore thick armor and a helmet, with only a pair of dark eyes visible, its gaze shattering darkness and bursting with thunder, awe-inspiring.
The only regret was that this intimidating apparition only condensed the upper body, its lower half obscured by Thunder Light, like a mist... A massive amount of Extraordinary Essence supported this bodied shell’s cohesion, and even just half of it was enough to pose a powerful threat!
The Thunder Shadow Ancient General merely extended one hand and gripped the silvery blade that swept out like a crescent moon’s light.
Bai Xiu looked at the elder before him.
His benefactor, teacher, foster father, enemy.
He softly said, "So, you are not me."
The Thunder Shadow Ancient General threw a punch!
What kind of monster was this?
Was it a concentration of spiritual power?
Or a bloodline power similar to "Jialouluo"?
Bai Zesheng’s pupils contracted, he felt an unprecedented crisis. In that moment, the boundless Divine Power of the Wine God Throne erupted, and the purple radiance on the blade burst forth with Transcendent Power exceeding its current stage. Yet, the divine shadow also exploded with terrifying Divine Power.
The hand of the Thunder Shadow Ancient General shattered first!
The blade also broke immediately afterward!
Before either force could determine the stronger, Bai Xiu’s punch... solidly hit the old man’s abdomen, making Bai Zesheng cough out a mouthful of fresh blood and fly backward.
Within the cavern, white sleeves fluttered.
Each one as sharp as a blade, as blazing as thunder, hovering in the air, slicing open his shoulder, calf, chest.
Finally, the old man flew out of the cavern.
He landed on the snowy ground, becoming a blood-soaked figure. His aged body was split with countless fine wounds; none were fatal, but together, they caused an agonizing pain.
Bai Zesheng struggled to sit up.
He dazedly looked at the scene before him.
His long blade had shattered into a million pieces, embedded in the snowy ground like mirrors, reflecting millions of falling snowflakes.
And millions of blood-stained white sleeves.