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"Killing intent, this is the manifestation of killing intent!" Ji Wudao reminded, knowing that only those who had killed thousands and possessed immense aggression could elevate their killing intent to such a tangible form.
The moment the killing intent enveloped the area, the Sword Saint moved!
In that instant, Zhao Yang also felt the threat of death—a chilling sensation that gripped his heart. At that moment, the crimson-golden light emitted by the Empress's remnants enveloped him entirely. The Sword Saint struck, and thousands of sword energies tore through the void, filled with the fury of a tempest, charging towards Zhao Yang. Sparks flew from Zhao Yang's skin as gaping wounds opened and healed repeatedly in a horrifying cycle.
Zhao Yang thought to himself that it was bad; he never expected that the Sword Saint, despite being at the Great Ascension stage, could confine the void so tightly that he couldn't use Time Walk to escape.
A sword came floating towards him, seemingly slow but carrying the weight of a thousand tons. Just as Zhao Yang was about to be severed in two, a massive blade suddenly appeared between him and the Sword Saint.
The giant blade vanished, and the Sword Saint retreated hastily. A crack opened in the void where he stood, sucking in a massive stone monument and shredding it to pieces!
Light feathers appeared behind Ji Wudao; he was enveloped in a white glow, as if merging with the brilliance of the sun.
"So it's a remnant of the Winged Race!" The Sword Saint recognized Ji Wudao's state and revealed his origins.
"Winged Race? You know my background?" Ji Wudao looked at the Sword Saint, excitement flickering in his eyes. He had been an orphan since childhood and had never known who his parents were or where he came from. Today, someone had finally identified him as one of the Winged Race.
The response he received was not words but a cold snort from the Sword Saint followed by an endless surge of sword energy.
Amidst the dazzling light, there was only one sword!
The Sword Saint unleashed a punch, and millions of sword energies erupted suddenly, leaving no room for evasion. Ji Wudao's enormous Radiant Wings enveloped both himself and Zhao Yang within them. Outside those wings, sword energies crisscrossed like a net, sealing off heaven and earth. Ji Wudao's wings began to show signs of cracking.
Suddenly, Ji Wudao experienced a sensation of perceiving everything clearly. Zhao Yang activated his Enlightenment Realm and shared it with Ji Wudao. Ji Wudao steadied his mind and gradually adjusted his state, stabilizing his cultivation level at the early stage of Tribulation Period.
Reaching the Tribulation Period meant his strength was a hundred times that of someone at Great Ascension. Ji Wudao had initially been cautious in his actions because he feared his level might suddenly drop; not only would he perish needlessly, but Zhao Yang and others would also struggle to escape. However, now with Enlightenment Realm stabilizing his cultivation at Tribulation Period temporarily, Ji Wudao let out a furious roar and soared into the sky. Light feathers burst forth as sword shadows shattered around him; wherever he went felt like an uninhabited realm, moving so fast that only a flash of light could be seen!
Puff!
The Sword Saint's chest caved in as Ji Wudao's fist struck him, True Qi dissipating and sending him flying back for ten thousand feet!
The Sword Saint, a peerless figure capable of taking on a hundred opponents, still faced an insurmountable gap when confronting someone at a higher realm, especially at the final stage of cultivation.
A long chasm cut across the Myriad Spirit Sect's dojo, where the Sword Saint lay motionless at the far end.
"I admit, you are indeed strong. Today, you have angered me, and it will surely lead to a fight to the death," the Sword Saint said calmly, showing no signs of irritation.
"You’re really overdoing this act!" Zhao Yang mocked, unleashing his Martial Arts Heavenly Eye. The attack struck the Sword Saint unexpectedly, causing his head to throb painfully, bloodshot eyes bulging as veins stood out on his forehead.
"I want you dead!" the Sword Saint roared in fury.
In his eyes, Zhao Yang at the Divine Transformation Stage and Great Perfection was merely an inconsequential ant. He had never regarded him as a threat. Although he had heard various rumors about Zhao Yang, he dismissed them entirely. To him, there was only a fine line between genius and fool; whether one was a genius depended on whether they could survive. Just like his highly valued disciple, Azure Play Saint, who failed to grow and ultimately was devoured by a molten fire bull.
To the Sword Saint, Zhao Yang was just another junior who could jump a bit higher than others. He found it laughable that someone at the Divine Transformation Stage could pose any real challenge. After all, he had reached that stage himself at just fourteen!
Yet just moments ago, this ant had managed to inflict an unexpected Divine Sense Attack on his brain, causing excruciating pain. It had been at least fifty years since he had experienced such agony; the pain from earlier was even worse than when Ji Wudao had sent him flying with a punch. It had damaged his neural pathways, and if he hadn’t defended himself in time, a ruptured blood vessel could have left him a fool!
Suddenly, the sky darkened.
A sound like tearing wind approached rapidly, its force terrifying.
In Zhao Yang's Divine Sense, countless Flying Swords filled the air from all directions like celestial steeds descending from above, swarming in without any gaps!
"It’s Domain!" "Sword Dao Space!" The voices of Zhao Yang and Ji Wudao echoed simultaneously in each other's minds.
Domain had never been recognized as a path of cultivation within the cultivation world because it could not be cultivated through traditional means. Its emergence was even more difficult than Enlightenment; it was an innate ability of cultivators that could not be stripped away or learned.
The so-called Domain refers to the immense potential unleashed by cultivators after mastering a cultivation method suited to their innate talents, allowing them to become dominators in a specific field.
There are many types of Domain; one of the most common is gravitational space. In the Domain woven by cultivators with gravitational abilities, everyone's weight is increased to its limits, making flight impossible and even walking difficult.
The Martial Arts Space could block the operation of any True Qi, forcing cultivators to rely solely on their physical strength in battle. Those who had not trained in martial arts and possessed weak bodies would be utterly defenseless within the Martial Arts Space.
Years ago, Zhao Yang encountered the Dark Exile of the Ghost Path on Heavenly Mechanism Mountain. Long Xiao Wu and Scholar Xiu were nearly trapped in an eternal dark space. If he hadn't rescued them in time, they would have likely been rendered useless.
He remembered that what felt like just a few minutes for him was reported by Long Xiao Wu as having lasted one or two years in that dark space—devoid of sound, light, tangible objects, or water. It was a complete torment to the senses and spirit. Fortunately, Zhao Yang possessed the essence of Time Walk, which countered the Ghost Path perfectly.
But now, Sword Qi Soaring Through the Sky could slay a raging dragon; the Sword Dao Space was overwhelmingly powerful and seemingly unsolvable!
Ji Wudao's immense light and shadow radiated boundless brilliance, making daylight even more dazzling and blinding. He felt the ultimate terror of the Sword Dao Space and could only think of one phrase—certain death.
To this end, Ji Wudao had no choice but to concentrate all his cultivation into his astonishingly defensive Radiant Wings, hoping to protect Zhao Yang's life.
Meanwhile, Zhao Yang was desperately searching for an opportunity to use the Transform into Sheep Technique. The Sword Saint's speed was at its peak; if he were to catch sight of Zhao Yang's movements while casting it directly, his plan would fail. Yet now, under the Sword Dao Space, without using Transform into Sheep Technique, Ji Wudao would surely perish.
"Never mind, I'll turn you into—" Zhao Yang's incantation was interrupted by the sudden sound of Flying Swords shattering.
Countless Willow Branches erupted from the ground, wildly growing and blocking numerous Flying Swords. They entwined around them with a cacophony of sounds as sword bodies shattered and fell to the ground. The Sword Dao Space was temporarily restrained!
"Hmm?" The Sword Saint turned to look at Liu Rou, who was struggling to cast her spell not far away, his expression filled with confusion. "Longevity Great Demon?"
With a flick of his fingers forming a sword shape, he angrily swung a massive sword over a thousand feet long toward Liu Rou.
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