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The same technique, when executed by different individuals, could manifest with drastically different scale, sharpness, and power.
The Heavenly Sword Style, a basic technique known to every disciple of Mount Shu, now unleashed by Chang Hao, possessed a majestic, resplendent, and overwhelming force capable of crushing all that stood in its path.
It was as if a sword had been plunged into the heavens and earth, cleaving the very fabric of reality. Ferocious Sword Intent flooded the sky, surging with unrestrained power.
This was a terrifying strike, unleashed with full force, capable of cleaving rivers and mountains in two.
In the cultivation path, practitioners are expected to align with the will of heaven above and ensure the well-being of the common people below. Normally, such a devastating attack would never be unleashed. Yet, with both combatants high above the world, Chang Hao held nothing back.
He intended to use this overwhelming display of power to show Qin Yi that he alone was the rightful and legitimate Sect Lord of Mount Shu.
"Chang Yi, immediately bow your head and confess your crimes! Only then will I spare your life!"
Chang Hao roared, and the Heavenly Sword behind him trembled violently, its Sword Intent surging with overwhelming power.
"Do you think you can defeat me with just that sword, Chang Hao?"
In Qin Yi's hand, Demon-Slaying Heaven roared like a dragon, already vibrating with intense excitement.
"If we're going to fight, let's make it a battle to remember!"
With a swift hand seal, Cangsheng expanded, growing larger, larger, larger. In that instant, Qin Yi himself transformed into a sword, merging seamlessly into Cangsheng.
"Magnificent QinHeavenly Sword Style!"
As his shout echoed through the heavens, another Heavenly Sword materialized in the sky, causing Chang Hao's pupils to contract, his gaze sharpening.
Heavenly Sword against Heavenly Sword!
Each person's understanding of a technique differs, leading to variations in its power. At this moment, Qin Yi's Heavenly Sword differed noticeably from Chang Hao's. While no runes flashed across its blade, a golden dragon ceaselessly surged and roamed along its length, radiating an aura of sovereign majesty.
"Excellent!" Chang Hao roared, his hands not forming the sword-finger gesture, but suddenly pointing forward.
Buzzing reverberations shook the void. The colossal Heavenly Sword behind him stirred. Despite its massive size, it moved with astonishing speed, hurtling forward to clash with the towering sword suspended in mid-air.
Clang!
A thunderous yet crisp sword clang reverberated, sending concentric ripples surging outward. Unrivaled Sword Intent erupted in torrents, sweeping across the battlefield in overwhelming waves.
A circular halo of light erupted, gale-force winds howled, and the white clouds blanketing the sky were scattered, leaving ten thousand miles of clear, cloudless skies.
The two gargantuan swords collided, their point of impact blazing with golden light and teeming with writhing golden dragons, as if the very fabric of space itself were collapsing.
Hum!
Another flash of light marked the separation of the two swords. They retreated, their forms rapidly shrinking back into the figures of Qin Yi and Chang Hao.
Across the void, their gazes locked with piercing intensity, Sword Artifacts flickering in their eyes as they stared each other down.
The Heavenly Sword Style, a technique that transforms the body into a sword, achieves perfect unity between human and blade, wielding devastating power. A single sweep of this sword could level an entire mountain peak. This clash ended in a draw.
In the next instant, their movements didn't falter, and they synchronized perfectly.
Pointing their fingers like swords, they channeled Sword Intent, and with focused concentration, they whispered in unison:
"Sword God!"
Facing each other, their sword fingers pointed directly at their opponents.
Above them, two colossal, thousand-zhang-tall white-robed phantoms materialized simultaneously behind them. These ancient, weathered elders radiated timeless wisdom, their eyes seeming to pierce through ages, encompassing all creation. They wore coarse, wide-sleeved white robes, their gazes penetrating through history and eternity, embodying all existence.
First, only faint silhouettes appeared, but gradually, the Sword God figures grew clearer, solidifying into corporeal forms.
"Sword!"
Two ancient voices echoed simultaneously through the air.
In that instant…
Humming, humming, humming!
Everything trembled, quaked, as if heaven and earth themselves recoiled in fear. Even the sun's light dimmed slightly.
A surging Sword Intent erupted, and countless Sword Artifacts materialized, filling the sky in an instant. Sword Qi tore through everything, distorting the heavens on both sides.
It was a breathtaking sight. Behind the two figures, colossal sword curtains materialized, facing each other like colossal, opposing blades.
"Attack!"
The ancient voices resonated simultaneously once more.
Instantly, the sword curtains rippled across the sky. Streams of light shot forth in all directions, transforming the heavens into a dense, rapidly surging vortex of luminous projectiles.
Buzzing, humming, droning!
The Sword Artifacts collided with violent force, rapidly neutralizing each other. Faint ripples spread outward from the point of impact between the two figures.
This clash of swords was far grander than their earlier confrontation at the inn, amplified countless times in scale and intensity, shaking the very soul.
Standing atop Mount Shu, the Elder disciples gazed skyward as if watching a dazzling fireworks display, their faces a mix of awe and trepidation.
Against the azure sky, even in broad daylight, streams of light surged and collided, converging into concentric ripples that radiated outward. The spectacle was both beautiful and awe-inspiring, yet they knew all too well the lethal danger contained within.
This could be described as a world-shaking duel between Mount Shu's two most brilliant and powerful figures of this era!
No, perhaps it would be more accurate to say that throughout the entire mortal realm, no one could compare to these two. Their pride stemmed from the fact that both these extraordinary individuals hailed from Mount Shu and were equally outstanding.
The dazzling fireworks display lasted for dozens of breaths, distorting the heavens with ceaseless ripples that expanded and dissipated. Only then did the colossal Sword God entity slowly disperse.
"The same Sword God technique, yet unleashed with entirely different might!"
The Mount Shu Elders sighed deeply, their hearts brimming with emotion.
Dugu Yuyun gazed skyward, his eyes radiating an even more pronounced detachment. His gaze flickered with comprehension as he watched the battle unfold, his own understanding deepening with each exchange.
Situ Zhong tilted his gourd skyward and took a swig, muttering as he watched the battle unfold:
"Aiya, Senior Martial Uncle is back. I probably won't be able to drink as much anymore. I'd better find an excuse to head down the mountain soon."
"Heh heh, I heard there's a Holy Maiden in Miao Land who seems to have ties to Senior Brother Dugu. I need to go investigate."
A mischievous grin spread across Situ Zhong's face as he glanced sideways at Dugu Yuyun, who was intently watching the battle.
The sky gradually calmed, the two combatants standing motionless in the void, their gazes locked on each other.
"I never imagined you'd refined the Sword God to such a level," Chang Hao said, his voice grave. He now regarded Qin Yi with utmost seriousness.
Such talent, such devastating power, truly terrifying!
Chang Hao knew that this junior brother had also transcended the Forgetting the Dao realm, extending his lifespan. Combined with his extraordinary strength, he could easily become a sect-protecting expert anywhere in the cultivation world.
"Senior Brother Chang Hao, are you ready to end this?" Qin Yi asked.
"But I still have one more move. Please, grant me your guidance!"
With that, Qin Yi swept his sword forward.
Swish, swish, swish!
In an instant, Cangsheng transformed into nine blades, aligning in a row and gleaming with brilliant light.
"Whistling Sword to the Nine Heavens!"
Qin Yi murmured the name of the technique, then unleashed it with a wave of his hand.
Instantly, the nine Cangsheng blades tore through the void and vanished.
Chang Hao narrowed his eyes. Though the technique lacked ostentatious flair, its danger level had surged exponentially, and its speed was utterly incomprehensible.
Within a mere thousandth of a breath, he sensed piercing Sword Qi lancing down from the void above.
"Drunken Immortal Moonwalk!"
With a single step, Chang Hao's body swayed as if drunk, narrowly evading the lethal strike by a hair's breadth.
He knew this was far from over. Raising the Beidou Sword in his hand, he uttered a soft command:
"Execution Binding Thought Blade!"
(End of Chapter)