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第两千二百零二章 胜负

Subsequently, their eyes widened in shock, almost thinking they had seen a mistake.

"Senior Brother Shi, could he have gone mad?"

"How can he..."

The cultivators were all in a state of astonishment. They stopped what they were doing.

They couldn't help but take a deep breath. The Master of Heavenly Sword Peak actually attacked one of his fellow disciples who was trying to mediate.

From over a hundred feet away, two cultivators were loudly crying out in pain. One had lost his left arm, and the other's leg was severed from his body.

"He must be mad! This person is definitely crazy."

Lady Li's murmured voice reached their ears. Above her head appeared the face of Sword Sovereign Tianxuan, formed by凝聚的精神力。

He spoke with white beard fluttering and bloodshot eyes: "In my battle against Lin Xuan, anyone who dares to interfere will be treated as an enemy. I won't spare him."

The consequences didn't matter to him; it was somewhat like falling into a maniacal state.

Lin Xuan seemed to have nowhere else to run but he smiled instead.

"Self-inflicted suffering, self-inflicted death."

Lin Xuan's soft murmur reached their ears.

Too naive. Do you think you're qualified to break through my Illusory Heavenly Fire?

A mocking smile appeared on the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth. He raised his right hand and curled his fingers slightly. Several streaks of spiritual light shot out from his fingertips, piercing into the collapsing玄冰.

Boom!

The cracking sound echoed in their ears as the玄冰 decomposed faster, turning into a deep blue mist.

However, immediately after, the mist changed to a multi-colored glass-like Illusory Heavenly Fire. It wasn't just cold; it also had corrosive, toxic, and devouring properties.

These other three attributes began to take effect. Lin Xuan was hidden in the fog, and none of the swords could escape the Illusory Heavenly Fire's restraints. Some turned black, some developed small holes on their surfaces, and others melted away completely.

"Ahh!"

A cry echoed in their ears.

The swords weren't pure treasures; they were formed from Sword Sovereign Tianxuan's body. Once damaged, he wouldn't fare well either. This was far more painful than destroying his own命宝.

The situation seemed to have reversed.

Not exactly a reversal but rather a delicate balance.

If too many swords were destroyed, Sword Sovereign Tianxuan would fall.

But before that, could Lin Xuan's defenses be broken first? Who would emerge victorious?

Or both of them would suffer mutual destruction?

At this stage, it wasn't impossible for the two to die together.

The cultivators on the platform all had complex expressions. Regardless of who won or lost, the outcome would undoubtedly be extremely惨烈.

But Lin Xuan and Sword Sovereign Tianxuan were beyond their comprehension.

Feeling the difficulty of Illusory Heavenly Fire, the flying swords in mid-air changed again.

"Swoosh!" sounds echoed as they shot towards a common direction. They soon condensed into...a huge red sword.

"Unification of Ten Thousand Swords!"

The virtual image of Sword Sovereign Tianxuan reappeared in the air, his hair and beard standing out as he roared. The surface of this treasure burned with fierce flames, piercing Lin Xuan's head like a bolt of lightning.

Wherever it passed, space twisted and collapsed, showcasing its immense power.

One strike to decide the outcome.

Clearly, this was at the critical moment.

Due to the vast power distorting the space, Nine Heaven Micro-Step wouldn't work. How would Lin Xuan respond?

Would the result still be Sword Sovereign Tianxuan's victory?

Various thoughts flashed through the minds of the spectators. Suddenly, Lin Xuan raised his right hand. He didn’t want to reveal his hidden treasures but was forced to now.

He flicked his sleeve and a short sword about an inch long flew out.

Lin Xuan grasped it, took a deep breath, and poured all his magical energy into it.

Instantly, fierce light erupted. A majestic and powerful spiritual aura centered around the sword, radiating outward.

Was he going to fight to the death? Then let him taste the power of his supreme divine treasure.

Lin Xuan roared.

The four spirit figures appeared out of thin air, quickly becoming more distinct as they lunged forward.

"This person..."

The cultivators on the platform were speechless. Those who advanced to the Profound Origin realm naturally weren't weak. Even if their strength was not considered, their vision and insight were excellent choices.

"Green Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, Black Tortoise"...

Someone had already called out the true forms of the four spirits in mid-air.

Amidst astonishment, these four were genuine divine spirits. Although they were just virtual images, could Lin Xuan's held item be a supreme divine treasure?

This was their only explanation. In the rank of postnatal divine treasures, it must be one of the top items to have such power.

The cultivators' eyes filled with envy as the outcome became uncertain once again.

Although the nature of the spirits differed, their combined strength left people speechless. The virtual image of Sword Sovereign Tianxuan's face showed shock but was quickly replaced by his obsession.

His eyes were on fire, filled only with hatred and determination; he would fight to the death.

Boom!

The flames on the sword surface suddenly intensified. The blade became semi-transparent, yet it emitted more malevolent aura and power.

"He must be mad! This old man is crazy."

Lin Xuan was also shocked. This sudden increase in power couldn't come from nowhere—it was the price he paid by burning his life force.

In other words, even if this strike could surpass him, the outcome would still be extremely tragic.

Was he really losing his mind? He was just a dispute of honor between friends. Why did he do it? People who didn’t know might think there was a grudge against the Master of Sword Peak, or that he had stolen his wife.

Lin Xuan couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Facing this madman, he couldn't afford to be careless. He roared and poured all his magical energy like a flood outwards. The four spirit figures became even more prominent.

Next moment...

Boom!

An unimaginable roar echoed in their ears as the attacks clashed head-on. It was just like two comets colliding; the entire space collapsed, quickly mended by the laws of nature, only to be torn apart again and then re-mended by those laws...

The process repeated, leaving them trembling with fear.

Gale-force winds rose, turning the platform into a ruin. The arena was flattened, and the spectators, all their defensive treasures activated, were filled with shock. The attack wasn't aimed at them; it was just the residual effects. How terrifying the pressure was! What kind of situation did Lin Xuan and Sword Sovereign Tianxuan face in the explosion's center?

Unimaginable!

They stood still, waiting for the outcome.

Due to the spiritual energy radiating outwards, their divine sense detection was automatically blocked.

After a tea time, the smoke gradually dispersed, revealing the clear situation.

Lin Xuan!

"Junior Brother Lin is still alive!"

"Could he have won?"

The cultivators' faces were filled with reverence. They saw Lin Xuan suspended in mid-air peacefully. Below him was a huge hole that went deep into the ground—caused by their hard clash.

But Sword Sovereign Tianxuan had vanished without a trace. Could it be that he suffered a crushing defeat and turned to ashes?

The cultivators thought so, but before their thoughts could fully form, whoosh, suddenly, a gust of wind arose, several streaks of fire appeared, converging into one, revealing an元婴 in the center.

It had the same appearance as Sword Sovereign Tianxuan.

Senior Brother Shi's physical body was gone, but his元婴 survived. The cultivators breathed a sigh of relief. The元婴 spoke: "I accept my fate..."

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