Boom!
At this moment.
Both Mo Luo Celestial Saint and Ye Qingchen unleashed their final moves.
On one side was a black dragon, three hundred zhang long, its body coiling and twisting, almost spanning the entire heavens and earth. The dragonâs majesty surged, sweeping across the sky and earth with undeniable force.
On the other side was the Sun-piercing Sword Rainbow formed by three thousand six hundred flying swords. Even from hundreds or thousands of meters away, people could feel the terrifying Sword Qi charging at them.
Their attacks resembled two world-destroying lightning strikes, swiftly traversing the void, colliding fiercely in an instant.
Everyoneâs hearts leaped to their throats in that moment.
This was the final strike.
Defining victory and defeat, life and death.
"Boom!"
The next instant.
A terrifying light burst forth, vast and powerful.
"Crackle!"
A frightening sound of fragmentation echoed.
Behold.
The countless Wind Flying Swords soaring into the sky shattered like a torrential flood crashing against a reef under the black dragonâs onslaught, exploding into an endless burst of green light.
"No!"
Xu Huai, Cui Geng, and others trembled in shock.
"Itâs over!"
Qin Wentian closed his eyes tightly.
Even though he had infinite hope before, seeing the black dragonâs overwhelming momentum forced him to give up completely.
"Brother!"
Ye Qing closed her eyes, silently praying for Ye Qingchen.
"Hahaha!"
Seeing the unstoppable momentum of the black dragon, overwhelming everything in its path, Mo Luo Celestial Saint couldnât help but burst into wild laughter.
"Ye Qingchen, forcing me to this extent is something to be proud of. Sadly, youâre no Celestial Saint, unaware of our terrifying power... today, you will die here!"
Boom!
Mo Luo Celestial Saintâs eyes gleamed with pride.
This duel was nearing its end.
But then, a cold realization swept Mo Luo Celestial Saintâs heart. As a true Strongest Celestial Saint, he was smug about defeating a mere Profound Pill Realm cultivator.
"Rumble!"
The black dragon charged with ever-increasing ferocity and speed, more violent than ever before.
Instantly.
The Heaven-shocking Sword Rainbow composed of three thousand six hundred swords was ground down by ninety-nine percent, leaving only a few dozen flying swords. Against the black dragonâs onslaught, these last few swords would shatter in a blink.
But then, an unbelievable scene unfolded.
From the remaining swords, a dazzling beam of sword light suddenly erupted. This radiant force swiftly emerged from the sword group, hurtling viciously towards the black dragon.
The sword light was incredibly swift, with a faint image of Ye Qingchen visible inside.
"Haofeng Style, so this was Ye Qingchenâs true sword all along!"
Qin Wentian suddenly cried out.
Given Ye Qingchenâs power, how could he contend with Mo Luo Celestial Saint? The black dragonâs momentum rolled forth, magic flames raging enough to engulf everything. If Ye Qingchen faced it head-on, he risked annihilation before even slaying the dragon.
Therefore.
The three thousand six hundred swords were mere decoys to wear down the black dragonâs sharpness.
And this last sword was the true lethal strike.
"What?"
Mo Luo Celestial Saintâs smile vanished, replaced by disbelief.
"Boom!"
He quickly formed a spell seal.
Urging the black dragon to crush the final sword light.
But.
With its edge lost, how could the black dragon withstand Ye Qingchenâs ultimate sword?
"Screech!"
A sudden tearing sound rang out.
Behold.
Ye Qingchenâs sword, like a blade slicing through butter, cleaved into the black dragonâs head. The sword edge, unstoppable, surprisingly split the dragon in two.
"Impossible!"
At that moment, Mo Luo Celestial Saintâs expression changed dramatically, losing his earlier calm demeanor.
The black dragon, split apart, transformed into two smaller dragons, but it was too late to counterattack.
Mo Luo Celestial Saint gritted his teeth.
Dark mist swirled up again, forming massive barriers to hinder Ye Qingchen. Yet these barriers were rent asunder like butter before Ye Qingchenâs sword light.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
Barrier after barrier shattered instantly. These defensive spells couldnât resist Ye Qingchenâs unstoppable sword.
And then.
Ye Qingchen had reached Mo Luo Celestial Saintâs presence.
"Roar!"
Mo Luo Celestial Saint let out a screeching howl, attempting to crush Ye Qingchenâs sword with his enormous phantomâs eight colossal hands.
Rumble!
In everyoneâs eyes.
The sword, like a falling Star River, collided fiercely with Mo Luoâs phantom. A massive explosion erupted across the firmament, endless spiritual light blossoming in the sky.
Simultaneously.
A vast, surging blast of energy expanded rapidly from the sky, rippling outward. It resembled a hurricaneâs assault, shattering the entire mountain peak. Enormous cracks, like lightning, swept across the peak. The gust forced everyone to retreat repeatedly.
"Who won?"
At that moment.
Everyone looked skyward.
To them, although Mo Luo Celestial Saint hadnât fully awakened, he still wielded Celestial Saint power. The final combination of eight palms contained all his strength.
But Ye Qingchenâs sword, equally ferocious, far exceeded the power of the Profound Core Ninth Heaven. Even if everyone present joined forces, they feared they couldnât withstand this sword.
"Whatâs this?"
Suddenly, Qin Wentianâs expression drastically changed.
Immediately, Ye Qing, Cui Geng, and Xu Huai were wide-eyed, full of astonishment.
The cultivators siding with Mo Luo Celestial Saint were struck as if by lightning, paralyzed on the spot.
Behold.
As the light faded, a scene unforgettable for a lifetime unfolded in the sky.
Behold.
The eight colossal hands prepared to grasp the heavens, clamping tightly around Ye Qingchen, forming a cage, trapping him within.
However.
The sword light in Ye Qingchenâs hand pierced straight into the center of Mo Luoâs phantomâs forehead!
"Impossible?"
Mo Luo Celestial Saintâs face filled with disbelief.
"Crack!"
Just then.
On the mountain peak, the Bronze Coffin quivered, a faint noise emanating. A crack silently appeared upon it.
At that moment.
A crack appeared on Mo Luo Celestial Saintâs face as well.
Almost as soon as the crack emerged, it spread rapidly over the entire Bronze Coffin like an encroaching tide.
Subsequently.
The body of Mo Luo Celestial Saint mirrored this, like a shattered mirror.
"Iâm unwilling..."
In a pitiful wail.
Mo Luoâs phantom, deprived of magic support, collapsed like a mountain, exploding into countless black smoke, silently dissipating across the sky.
In the heavens.
Only one young man remained, proudly standing in the void.