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Saint Void Young Master’s complexion turned even paler, but the coldness in his expression intensified.
He raised his hand, and a menacing large knife was drawn, pointing at the boy in the Savage Dragon Robe across from him. He spoke in a deep voice, "This knife was gifted to me by my sect before I descended the mountain. Since it has come into my hands, it has never revealed its sharpness. In this vast world, the younger generation in my eyes are nothing but mediocre fools; defeating them does not require this knife. This knife is called Butcher King. Although you are not a king now, since you seek death, I will let you have a taste of it!"
Xia Ji also raised his hand and took two slow steps forward. He instructed Xiu'er with a word and received the Qinglong Yanyue Blade she handed over. He said lightly, "This knife is named Yanyue, known for conquering in a hundred battles. Today is the first time I will use it; I will defeat you as easily as one would defeat a dog."
The two stood facing each other, their tension palpable.
The air around them seemed to freeze.
Suddenly!
Both of them flew forward simultaneously, like two ferocious beasts hiding their fangs or two flaming arrows shot out at high speed.
When they were still about twenty paces apart, both drew their knives at the same time.
Saint Void Young Master’s knife had been drawn an inch, its blade emitting a chilling silver light.
Xia Ji did not draw his knife.
With a flip of his palm, he lifted the Qinglong Yanyue Blade still attached to its sheath.
He suddenly steadied himself, and the surging violent air caused his robe and hair to flutter wildly, as if he were an island standing amidst a tsunami.
"Die!"
As the Heaven-Slaying Seven Blades were unleashed, the blade light carried unmatched dominance, containing the potential to sever everything.
As soon as the knife was drawn, it startled the onlookers, causing them to retreat repeatedly.
"How has he become so much stronger than before?" Chen Dingmo, who had retreated not far away, trembled like a leaf, unable to believe it.
Then, Chen Dingmo's mind relaxed.
Of course, he must have been hiding his strength before! Otherwise, why did he always win by just a little bit? No matter how hard he tried, he could never catch up to that slight difference?
Saint Void Young Master’s gaze sharpened as he took a serious stance, the Butcher King's Blade shining with brilliance. The supreme sword technique of Great Snow Mountain, Azure Sky Reflecting Shadows, was perfectly executed by him.
Blade shadow against blade shadow.
Waves of domineering shockwaves radiated from Saint Void Young Master at the center, sounding as deafening as rolling thunder.
Two powerful auras clashed, one in the east and one in the west, like two silver moons illuminating the long cross street. The two blades were filled with burning true energy and carried the intent of their strikes as they collided in mid-air!
Boom!
The two cold lights met; the blades brushed past each other, creating a series of piercing noises and dazzling sparks.
Whether it was Xia Ji or Saint Void Young Master, both wielded their techniques with grandiosity and dominance. Whether it was Qinglong Yanyue Blade or Butcher King's Blade, they were both rare existences among blades.
"Your strength..." Saint Void Young Master was astonished, a trace of blood forced from the corner of his mouth. Then he leaned forward and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The earlier Azure Sky Reflecting Shadows was a renowned technique of Great Snow Mountain and was currently his strongest move.
He could feel that the opponent's technique had only unleashed its first form, which was comparable in power to his Azure Sky Reflecting Shadows.
But that power... was so strong that it was impossible to contend with! He secretly speculated that this rumored lecherous Young Master was likely even stronger in terms of power than the top few from the Great Snow Mountain's first sequence.
"I've lost," the Saint Void Young Master said, his face growing even paler. He hurriedly took out a plain handkerchief from his pocket, intending to elegantly wipe away the blood at the corner of his mouth, but immediately spat out a large mouthful of blood instead.
"Ugh." Xia Ji scratched his head and tossed the Qinglong Yanyue Blade back to Xiu'er. Then, as if concerned, he said, "You're the Saint Void Young Master, right? You really can't handle it. I was wondering why your face looked so pale; turns out it's because you have to spit out so much blood every time you fight."
"Make sure to replenish yourself later." At this moment, Xia Ji had yet to connect his unmatched power with the injury he had caused to the Saint Void Young Master. In his view, the Heaven-Slaying Seven Blades technique merely barely reached the threshold of condensing an Innate Skill, and among the several martial arts skills he had learned, it truly did not stand out.
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