As Yang Chuan’s head came into view, the Ming Sword swung, slicing through the air like a venomous serpent springing to attack its prey!
Yang Chuan frowned deeply as he witnessed this scene.
For it was said to be one of the three supreme techniques of the Cultivation World.
"Heh, do you understand the art of swordsmanship? Even if you practice the Good Sword technique, you can never truly counter it. The only path for you is annihilation!"
Ming Cun deftly manipulated his short sword with a flick of his fingers, maneuvering it through Zhou Xuan’s blade techniques, bypassing layers of defenses like flowing water. The blade’s lethal edge now aimed directly at Yang Chuan.
As the Absolute Line Sword approached, impossible to defend against, venom coursed through Lord Ming’s expression.
"Heh, you think Sword Heroes alone can master swordsmanship?"
At that moment, Shuangri unexpectedly revealed a faint smile, raised a single finger, and the long sword surrounding him sprang to life, seemingly sentient. It performed a series of intricate movements before trapping the Absolute Line Sword within it.
Seeing this display, John was dumbfounded!
Yang Tian’s skill in Sword Control was evidently no less than his own!
Now what could be done?
It was beyond belief.
Even the Demon King from Yang Tian’s legends couldn’t outmatch the Black Sword technique!
The Martial Arts Wine was an inheritance from the Upper Realm, passed down by the Sword Deity!
While John stood frozen in a daze, Shuangri didn’t pause. He raised one hand, then another, summoning a storm of spiritual blades that soared to the heavens, descending upon Lord Ming like the wrath of a Heavenly God. With this came the end for the Demon King’s ultimate techniques, leaving the strongest blade beneath the heavens in shambles.
The clash reverberated, splitting heaven and earth!
Yet Lord Ming’s gaze turned blank under the impact.
"Did Heaven decree this?"
The fierce duel between Liang Chuan and Ming Jun pulled their strength and skill to the limit, to the point where the bewildered spectators could barely discern their movements.
Amidst dust-filled skies, glowing with uncertain radiance, Liu Xuan asked Xiang Yu the same burning question on everyone’s mind.
The response varied, aligning Yang Chuan and Luo Sen’s fates like intertwined threads.
But even Luo Sen wasn’t fully aware of the situation, forcing him to quickly shift his gaze.
Di Hai observed pensively, muttering, "Though I don’t know for sure, Heaven has never failed to astonish."
Laughter echoed. Sangshan snorted disdainfully, "If Heaven never fails, then you must not have encountered Lord Ming’s wrath yet! With limitless mastery of the Good Sword in his hands, how could anyone put an end to his unstoppable might?"
"Yes, reflect on your sins while you can! Cherish these final moments, for when the light fades, your fate will be sealed!" Another sinister voice chimed in mockingly.
Despite seething rage, there was no strength left to argue.
At that very instant, the skies erupted in brilliance. The sword aura circulating above fragmented and began to fade away slowly.
Witnessing this, countless gazes froze in their tracks.
For they all understood — the decisive moment was fast approaching.
Like fractures splitting through the tapestry of space and time, the World’s End revealed itself in catastrophic ruin.
Towering trees, colossal mountains, even minute particles of dust were swept away into the cracks of the void, altering the celestial landscape piece by piece!
In this fleeting moment, the ground trembled as dirt layers as thick as ten centimeters peeled away, revealing raw earth below.
Though awe-inspiring, the display left no respite from trepidation. Even without snow or ice, the battlefield grew tense as the entirety of fate awaited judgment.
Moments later, a faint black shadow surfaced in everyone’s vision, descending to the earth like autumn leaves, cleaving a vast crater upon impact.
Eyes narrowed at the collapsed figure in the pit — the defeated combatant of this duel!
Their identity would mark the destiny of mystical forces yet undecided!
"Who dares challenge Lord Ming with blade in hand, ignorant of their limits?"
The Demon King charged in swiftly under the high stakes of this turbulent era.
In stark contrast, much colder and condescending, the antagonists showed a viper’s patience, preparing for their final move without missteps.
With a mocking smirk, he casually grabbed a long sword, raising it high to ridicule his foes eye-to-eye.
But then, from behind him, an unexpected voice interrupted — bold and commanding!
"This... This... is... huh?"
A series of incredulous gasps rippled through the crowd, the disbelief emanating from every corner.
Yet as clarity dawned, terror spread like wildfire, the sheer aura of dread suffocating all witnesses present.
Those unmatched sensations brought forth one divine reality.
Could you even respect me? How is this possible?
At that moment, an Immortal leaped forward, exhibiting panic identical to everyone left frozen under this reveal.
Ming Jun lay defeated, sprawled across the ground — his state symbolic of but one outcome.
The implications were clear.
"It can’t be! Impossible!" Could Ming Jun have willingly surrendered, believing further resistance futile?
Was fleeing not an option?
Sangshan smirked after a long silence, suddenly breaking into laughter.
Every Immortal present wavered between despair and elation.
Could the figure fallen here be proof that Lord Ming had lost?
Such finality felt absurd!
Ming Jun’s injuries were dire, yet in combat, victory had been his. In stark contrast, Yang Chuan had succumbed to hopeless abandon.
As though Serenely announced by celestial forces — cheers erupted from the stunned crowd.
"Yes! Now is the age of triumph! The upsurge of supreme power is upon us!"
"Kill all enemies to the last!"
"We will amend the heavens themselves, and none shall stand in our way!"
The fervent warcry roused indomitable resolve among the gathered Immortals. Determined forces converged toward the remaining adversaries — their spirits unyielding!
No one anticipated such a twist.
This unexpected development left everyone teetering on a precipice stained by chaos, an impending upheaval awaiting resolution. Steeled by immovable truth — destiny forged its final battle cry.
A seemingly infinite struggle waged onward against clashes that turned the heavens bold!
Despite universal uncertainty surrounding closely-knit moments, tension reached its breaking point.
When the failed resistance ended horizons split atop surviving tension refined deep tension high-order true mystic order supreme-level already assumes knits conflicted resolve nesting forgiveness echoed destinycompetitive sternclash rightful]!