"The Third Saber, Moving Stars!"
True Monarch Wanxing wielded the longsaber, channeling the remaining magical power within his body into it. Under this strike, all light was retracted; there were no earth-shattering anomalies, no violent primordial qi fluctuations, no awe-inspiring oppressive aura, only an ordinary slash.
It seemed like a mortal swinging a longsaber.
This was a strike of returning to the true self, the pinnacle strike of his life.
"Yin Yang Saber, Slash!"
Lu Xuanji's palm-held longsaber transformed again, into two colors: black and white, forming a black and white longsaber.
It was like two planets colliding, the violent impact producing a humming sound.
Lu Xuanji remained still, his injuries minor.
Nonetheless, True Monarch Wanxing retreated continuously, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood. The violent impact affected his internal organs extensively, causing large areas to bleed; his ears buzzed, losing hearing, and his arm went numb.
