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The clash between Yan Changting and Beikun ended with a mountain reduced to rubble.
Yan Changting looked back at Xie Yue, who lay defeated behind him. "Impressive, indeed."
"Likewise, your technique of using four ounces to move a thousand pounds is quite remarkable," Beikun replied calmly.
Indeed, it was no surprise that a cultivator of equal standing could employ such tactics. When Yan Changting provoked the God-Slaying Pestle with Xie Yue, he had indeed used some clever methods; after all, a fragile long sword could not compete with the force of a heavy staff.
"What a pity about that staff. I wonder what it went through to end up like this," Beikun sighed once more over the ruined artifact.
With a wave of his hand, the God-Slaying Pestle flew back from the dust that had settled on the ground.
As someone who was accustomed to wielding a staff, Beikun had many tricks up his sleeve.
"That staff? I simply found it useless and unappealing, so I shattered it with a single strike. What if it was an artifact?" Yan Changting sneered at Beikun.
Upon hearing this, Beikun furrowed his brow tightly, remaining silent and not erupting in anger.
For Beikun, countless staffs had always accompanied him; to him, they were companions. The God-Slaying Pestle was like a confidant—rare and precious. However, today he encountered it only to see it destroyed by Yan Changting. It felt as though his closest friend had been killed by Yan Changting, and this time, Beikun truly felt the urge to kill.
After a moment, Beikun managed to regain his composure, his face revealing no signs of emotional turmoil. "Today, no one can save you!"
"Shorty, come and try! Hahaha..." Yan Changting laughed at Beikun, who stood shorter than the God-Slaying Pestle.
With that, both sides became serious and prepared to unleash their ultimate techniques.
Beikun gripped the God-Slaying Pestle tightly as wooden staffs floated forward from behind him, drawing upon his spiritual energy. Several of the staffs began to glow and even turned transparent.
The wooden staffs slowly approached the God-Slaying Pestle, getting closer until they finally merged into it. As the staffs integrated into the God-Slaying Pestle, its size doubled. Just holding it in hand produced a furious roar.
It was as if the God-Slaying Pestle had been restored and its power amplified; any attack unleashed would possess even greater destructive force than the previous strike that shattered the mountain.
With just that one move, half of Beikun's spiritual energy was consumed.
The spiritual energy in the Yuqing Realm's cultivation is indeed unfathomable, yet to expend half of it in a single strike speaks volumes about the devastating power behind that move.
On the other side, Yan Changting drew out Xie Yue, gracefully twirling it with his perfect physique, creating a beautiful display of sword flowers. The silver light of Xie Yue surged forth, and behind Yan Changting, a faint silhouette of a Crescent Moon appeared. Under the moonlight, it seemed to illuminate Yan Changting's handsome features. With a gentle smile, he caused Xie Yue to disintegrate in an instant, resembling a molecular explosion. Thousands upon thousands of Xie Yue swords manifested behind him!
These appearing Xie Yue swords were merely illusions of the true Xie Yue, yet they appeared as real as physical entities.
After this move was unleashed, Yan Changting had no idea how much spiritual energy it consumed. However, he stumbled slightly, revealing his weakness…
His spiritual energy was already too frail from relying on medicine to recover during this critical moment, far from what it would be at its peak.
But Yan Changting was confident; this move would be enough!
As Yan Changting gazed at Beikun, countless sword bodies twisted and pointed their tips at him.
The two Great Powers were just about to unleash their techniques when over a dozen sect leaders arrived with Haitai Ping on the mountain and witnessed this scene.
Beikun held up what appeared to be a weighty God-Slaying Pestle that shone with white light, illuminating the area like daylight.
On the other side, the atmosphere was somewhat dim; Yan Changting resembled a Crescent Moon. Countless sword shadows behind him sparkled like stars, each individual striving to emit silver light—a dazzling display of star and moon competing for brilliance!
At this moment, the sect leaders were truly awestruck, forgetting their original mission for being there.
Haitai Ping remembered, but he dared not be the one to step forward.
Just as Yan Changting and Beikun were about to launch their attacks, Gong Shu Ming Jie spoke up: "Everyone, we can't wait any longer!"
With the Palace Master's voice echoing through Heaven and Earth Hall, everyone snapped back to reality.
"Why don't we fly in front of the two deities and stop them?" Xian Xiucheng suggested.
"There’s no other way!" Haitai Ping replied.
Just as the two were about to unleash their attack, a dozen people flew in between them.
"What are you doing?!" Beikun shouted.
"You ants! Did you get impatient waiting for me to find you?" Yan Changting laughed.
"Two seniors, could you please stop? There are many innocent mortals within a hundred miles of here. If you unleash your strongest attack, it could lead to a catastrophe..." Gong Shu Ming Jie pleaded.
Upon hearing this, Beikun hesitated, but Yan Changting showed no intention of backing down.
A Demon truly is a Demon; even the lives within a hundred miles were moved! Xian Xiucheng thought to himself.
Then, an astonishing scene unfolded.
Yan Changting shook Xie Yue, and countless sword shadows instantly vanished. At that moment, he looked more like a swordsman than a Cultivator.
He actually withdrew without hesitation. Was he not afraid of Beikun launching a surprise attack?
As Yan Changting pulled back, Beikun glanced at the dozen or so sect leaders and lowered the God-Slaying Pestle. Then, several wooden sticks emerged and flew back behind Beikun, while the God-Slaying Pestle appeared battered and worn.
Seeing both parties retreat, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Yan Changting's withdrawal was indeed influenced by the plight of the innocent beings. Moreover, facing so many enemies, aside from the troublesome Beikun, he could handle the rest with just one percent of his spiritual power.
Just as Haitai Ping was contemplating how to persuade the two deities to leave, Beikun, wielding the God-Slaying Pestle, suddenly surged forward with a whoosh.
Yan Changting was still thinking about those innocent beings, so at first, he did not notice. By the time he realized it, it was already too late.
However, just as Beikun was about to launch a surprise attack, Xie Yue unexpectedly took Yan Changting's hand and placed it in front of him. Under Beikun's full-force strike, Xie Yue appeared utterly powerless.
With a loud crack, the God-Slaying Pestle interrupted Xie Yue, striking Yan Changting squarely in the chest.
A mouthful of fresh blood spewed out, but Yan Changting's first instinct was to look at the shattered pieces of Xie Yue. His own injury felt secondary.
If it weren't for Xie Yue sacrificing himself to block six-tenths of that force, that blow would have been fatal!
Yan Changting picked up the fragments of Xie Yue, memories flooding his mind of all the moments they had shared together. This sword, devoid of a spirit, was indeed the best and most perfect sword!
Seeing that Yan Changting was oblivious to him, Beikun secretly hurled the God-Slaying Pestle at Yan Changting. Though despicable, he felt justified; this person must be eliminated!
As Yan Changting caressed the fragments of Xie Yue, he fell into memories, completely unaware of the approaching God-Slaying Pestle.
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