"One Qi to Three Pure Ones."
The Pure Qi splits into three, and the three avatars break through the omnipresent Killing Tribulation Sword Energy, heading toward the three Sword Pillars.
And the true form of the Supre Taoist Master confronts the Sword God at the foremost Sword Pillar.
"Using Tribulation Qi to evolve the Sword Array, you indeed exceeded my expectations. But it ends here."
With that said, a palm strikes down. Though an ordinary-sized palm falls, it feels as if the Heavenly Vault has overturned, encompassing the Four-Nine Heavenly Paths, with all things beneath it unable to escape.
"Ends here?"
The Sword God softly murmurs, the Heavenly Talent Sword erges, splitting Sword Light and the heavens, "It's far from over."
The collision of Sword Light and the celestial Handprint resembles the clash of Yin and Yang, water and fire's conflict, as two opposing Qi Forces explode into a destructive Qi chanism, causing the surrounding Slaughter Sword Energy to disperse.
In the soundless annihilation, the Sword God ascends with his sword, wherever the sword edge points, Sword Qi flows across.
"Boom boom boom—"
A clash of unmatched speed unfolds, both their Martial Arts have reached the pinnacle of techniques, where re techniques cannot determine a victor.
Therefore, each collision is a contest of their foundations, every contact between Killing Tribulation Sword Energy and Heavenly Dao Power is a direct clash of their respective Martial Arts.
As figures shift, the Supre Taoist Master moves his palms, causing the Heavenly Wheel to move, intercepting the Sword Qi while pushing back with a palm strike aid at the Heavenly Division Divine Sword.
"Ding—"
Palm winds et the sword edge, emitting a clear sound. The Supre Taoist Master's paws, white as jade, appear fragile yet can contend with the Heavenly Talent.
The world's renowned World's Number One Edge fails to injure these two hands at this mont.
"With the existence of a Tribulation Device, even if you're the Ten Thousand Tribulations Sky Demon, you can't fully dominate Tribulation Qi. As long as Qing Yu lives, you cannot reverse your fate. Thus, among all adversaries, you're the one I least regard."
"Boom—"
Imposing and sacred Qi Force erupts as the Supre Taoist Master unleashes another palm, shattering Sword Qi, aiming directly at the Central Palace.
With Qing Yu in the way, the Sword God's Killing Tribulation Sword Dao finds it hard to reach perfection. Compared to the Supre Taoist Master, empowered by Heavenly Dao Power, he is insufficient by a margin.
At their level, being slightly weaker can be worlds apart. In an ultimate showdown, such a gap can decide life and death.
But is there truly that gap?
"Clang—"
The sound of blades grinding arises, an ironic sound revealing both fragnted and sharp contrasts. The ensuing fierce Qi causes the Supre Taoist Master's palm force to falter for a mont.
"Whizz—"
The Red Dragon, flying from the sleeve, twists around the palm force, completely disintegrating this frontal strike. The Sword God draws the blade in unison, as red and gray Tribulation Evil Qi breaches the Heavenly Wheel's defense, leaving a shallow mark on the Supre Taoist Master's shoulder.
"Buzz—"
The friction between Qi Force and surrounding Sword Qi causes the Supre Taoist Master's figure to instantly distance from the Sword God, a layer of haze appearing over his mist-covered face.
"Doomsday Myth!"
No mistake, that Red Dragon erging from the sleeve, made up of countless blade edges, is undoubtedly Qing Yu's Doomsday Myth.
It's unclear when, or how, Qing Yu's Doomsday Myth fell into the Sword God's hands, used against the Supre Taoist Master.
The Supre Taoist Master shows a grim expression, and the Sword God likewise feels dissatisfied.
For soone solely devoted to Sword Dao, using weapons other than his Sword feels disloyal to his own Sword Dao, even if the Doomsday Myth is not intended as a ans to face the enemy, it still displeases the Sword God.
This displeasure morphs into greater killing intent aid at the Supre Taoist Master.
"Clang clang clang—"
The countless edges of the Doomsday Myth chi in friction, entwining the Sword God's right arm. The blades pierce into the skin, siphoning life essence, enhancing the power of Tribulation Evil.
"Kill!"
The Sword Light accumulates like frost, ostensibly blending red and gray Tribulation Evils, yet what appears ultimately is as frost-white as snow.
This Sword Light appears devoid of any feral Qi, purely the pinnacle of sword brilliance. However, when it seems to transcend ti and space and close in, its inherent nace is truly revealed.
"Squelch—"
The Protective Gang Qi is punctured like thin paper, the Heavenly Talent sword tip penetrates the chest, and the sword edge seeks to advance but is clutched by the Supre Taoist Matser's hand.
"I indeed underestimated Qing Yu, unaware of such plotting, of him granting the Doomsday Myth to you!" A frosty tone, as if capable of forming ice, brimming with killing intent.
At this juncture, asserting Qing Yu has no sche would be a blatant lie. Handing the Doomsday Myth to the Sword God, directing him to channel Tribulation Qi, evidently implies an undisclosed aim.
And this realization births a foreboding within the Supre Taoist Master's heart.
"Suppress."
A low command incites a violent tremor, the remaining three Sword Pillars standing between heaven and earth are all suppressed by a surge of Pure Qi, significantly weakening the Tribulation Qi's montum.
The three avatars of the Supre Taoist Master accomplished their task.
"Regardless of Qing Yu's sches, I will have you dead now."
The Supre Taoist Master shakes off the sword edge, his palm ascends with trendous force, the Heavenly Wheel descends, and assists in vanquishing the foe.
However, the Sword God also shows no weakness. With the Doomsday Myth coiling him, his Killing Tribulation Sword Dao finally achieves perfection. Where Sword Light passes, the frost-white Sword Qi obliterates all, manifesting utmost slaughter.
"Boom boom boom—"
Nearby the final Sword Pillar, the two shift incessantly in mid-air, amidst their intersecting shadows, their combat invokes the slaughter of Sword Qi and the awe of Daoist energy; the lofty and grand Heavenly Dao contests the sharp slaughter of the Sword Dao, embodying this ultimate battle.
"Xuan Yuan One Qi, Heavenly Dao's single thought."
The Supre Taoist Master raises hands slightly, his body remains unchanged, yet his intent travels like light and electricity, piercing the Sword God's form in an instant.
"Undying Sword Body."
The Sword God's expression remains cold. The Undying Sword Body operates autonomously, nding wounds as the Doomsday Myth tightens, stark red blood saturating it, also staining the Heavenly Talent Sword Body.
"Slaughter and Desolation, Luotian faces tribulation."
The Tribulation Sword traverses in all directions, severing intentions faster than lightning, and the frost-white Sword Qi gleams as pure as snow. Countless Sword Qi unite as one, moving with the Sword God.
When the sword light akin to snow rushes forth, not even the Supre Taoist Master can remain unworried, for he perceives an innate crisis.
Luotian too faces tribulation, under this one sword, it threatens heavenly calamities.
"No chance!"
The Supre Taoist Master unites with the Heavenly Wheel. As it spins, Dao and self unify, entering the Harmonization State, exuding the majestic grandeur of the Heavenly Dao.
Nurous light wheels gather in his hands, forming a claw reaching for the oncoming frost-white sword light, five fingers invoking the Mysteries of Heaven, generating nurous transformations instantly trapping the Sword Light.
"Ding—"
The sword tip reaches the claw's heart, and the five fingers enclose instantly, forming unseen annihilation within a narrow space; this seemingly minor contact is actually the full-force engagent of both parties.
"With Tribulation Qi suppressed, you cannot win."
The Supre Taoist Master's silver eyes seem to see through all phenona, determining the victor between the two.
Simultaneously, nurous light wheels revolve on the hand holding the sword edge, grinding the Tribulation Sword, threatening to sever the sword edge.
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