The sound of a long sword scraping against the ground rang out.
Lu Changhan steadied his figure and suddenly raised his head.
The bleak autumn wind blew softly between the two, and the sky seemed to darken.
No rain fell, yet there was a heavy oppression.
“You stand aside, I just happen to stretch my muscles,” Xu Zimo turned and smiled at Fan Luoyu.
Fan Luoyu nodded blankly.
“This black cloth seems like it needs to be changed again,” Xu Zimo touched the black cloth before his eyes and grinned.
“Looks like I underestimated you all,” Lu Changhan sheathed his sword and looked coldly at Xu Zimo.
“You said it, killing him is fine?” Xu Zimo looked at Ji Ruobing and asked.
“Grand Patriarch already said so, could it be false?” Ji Ruobing looked toward Grand Patriarch and smiled.
Grand Patriarch snorted coldly but did not answer.
“Seems someone doesn’t take me seriously, that’s truly heartbreaking,” Lu Changhan’s face bore a sickly smile.
He stuck out his tongue, licking the blade, his eyes flashing with bloodthirst as he looked at Xu Zimo.
Then his long sword pierced through the formless void, carrying destruction as it came to kill.
The sword was four feet long, the blade pitch black, with the shadow of a crescent moon carved into the hilt.
When this overwhelming sword intent came crashing down, Xu Zimo made no movement at all.
Because his eyes could not see, in his perception everything was illusion.
More accurately, abstract.
His vision held nothing else, only Lu Changhan and his sword intent.
Xu Zimo slowly raised his right hand, a blade intent condensed at his fingertip, then he flicked his finger.
The blade intent instantly turned into a phantom shadow, shooting forth.
With a crisp “bang,” the blade intent collided with the sword tip, and a huge force surged forth, sending Lu Changhan’s figure flying back.
Even the sword in his hand slipped loose and clattered to the ground.
“That guy…” Zhi Hang stood dumbfounded.
He felt Xu Zimo hadn’t even used his full strength, like he was playing with a monkey, toying with Lu Changhan.
Not in a hurry to defeat him.
“Senior sister, is this guy really that strong?” Zhi Hang looked toward Ji Ruobing, still somewhat unwilling to believe.
Even though the truth was laid out in front of him.
They were of the Immortal Extinction Sacred Ground, what kind of existence was that?
It represented the pinnacle of power on the entire Primordial Heartlands.
And their prodigies of the Immortal Extinction Sacred Ground were also the prodigies of the Primordial Heartlands.
Absolutely kings among the younger generation.
Every era, the Holy Sons and Saintesses that emerged shook heaven and earth and made ghosts weep.
“When have I ever lied to you?” Ji Ruobing replied. “To be honest, before meeting him, my greatest rival had always been Lu Changhen. But later I came to know, there is always someone beyond.”
“I still don’t accept it. Though I hate that Lu Changhan guy, his strength isn’t just that,” Zhi Hang looked at Xu Zimo angrily. “He hasn’t even used his full power yet.”
“Interesting,” Lu Changhan stood up and bent to pick his fallen sword.
Blood aura surged around him.
Even the sword in his hand began turning blood red.
A breeze rose, blowing his thick slanted bangs across his forehead.
Time slowly passed, the blood aura encircling him grew heavier and heavier.
Until finally, it evolved into a roaring flood, rolling forth.
Soaring, surging into the sky.
The blood flood enveloped Lu Changhan completely.
“Extinction Sword descends, all things perish.”
With a cold shout, his body tilted slightly, then he rushed madly at Xu Zimo.
The long sword in his hand had become completely blood-red.
As it swung, the sword tip trailed a blood-red streak.
With a booming sound, this sword came down with immense might, like piercing the heavens, unstoppable.
Seeing such a grand strike, Xu Zimo chuckled.
The Power of Creation surged in his right hand. Without dodging, spiritforce transformed into a giant palm, slapping down upon the blood-red sword.
This strike carried no restraint.
The long sword arrived, and when Xu Zimo’s giant palm descended.
Lu Changhan looked up, feeling as though this palm covered the sky, blotting out even the heavens.
For a moment, mountains and seas pressed down, infinite might crashing upon him.
It was as though the very planet had collapsed on him.
Thunderous rumbling echoed like the wrath of heaven.
Lu Changhan raised his sword to meet it, but his once overwhelming Extinction Sword now seemed like an ant.
Its aura was completely crushed beneath that palm.
With a single boom, the giant palm fell.
The rampant sword aura was annihilated.
Heaven and earth… fell silent.
Above, Grand Patriarch’s expression shifted, though as an ancestor he held himself back.
Only his eyes glimmered, peering through the mist at the spot where the palm had fallen.
Dust gradually dispersed.
The whole place was deathly quiet.
“That guy… could he have been smashed to death with one palm?” Zhi Hang tentatively asked.
“Not that simple,” Ji Ruobing shook her head slightly.
Suddenly, from the haze, a sound emerged.
Everyone looked, and from the ruins of dust, a figure staggered out.
“Lu Changhan, he…” Zhi Hang muttered, staring.
Lu Changhan’s hair was disheveled, his appearance utterly miserable.
His whole body was soaked in blood, almost no intact part remained.
Drip, drip, the sound of blood falling stained the ground.
His current image was terrifying.
But when he raised his head, his eyes were like still dead water, without a ripple.
Within the calm lurked the storm of violence.
Lu Changhan raised his right hand and wiped his face.
Thick blood nearly blinded his vision.
He looked at the blood on his hand and chuckled.
Then he stretched out his blood-red tongue, slowly licking the blood.
“Fun,” he looked at Xu Zimo and chuckled. “I thought in this world, among the younger generation, only a few could make me take them seriously. Now you are one of them.”
“Fun?” Xu Zimo also chuckled. “Don’t worry, there’s even more fun.”
He slowly raised his right hand and called, “Sword, come.”
Before the sword arrived, invisible sword intent already permeated the void.
Although Xu Zimo had always favored Shadow Tyrant and preferred saber intent, all weapon intents stem from the same source.
Even if not mastered profoundly, combined with this True God Sword, Xu Zimo could still wield it.
Sword intent surged, and with it came sonic booms.
This was the sound produced as the sword surpassed the speed of light in its approach.