Chapter 501: Falling Sword, No Regret

On the arena.

One in green, one in white, two figures stood opposite each other.

Their faces were somewhat similar, but their brows and eyes were different.

"Wuji." Ying Wuhuan smiled faintly, "We haven't crossed swords in a long time."

Ying Wuji raised his phoenix eyes slightly, his tone light: "Cousin, this duel is for each other's continents; please, cousin, don't worry too much."

Ying Wuhuan heard this, his handsome face showing a hint of disappointment, he let out a soft sigh: "Then, as you said, this match should not be mixed with any personal feelings."

"Mm." Ying Wuji gathered dark-colored flowing light in his hand, a jet-black long sword appeared out of thin air, its blade adorned with lifelike seven-league fragrance flowers carved in intaglio, the petals' veins clearly visible, as if one could smell that faint, cold fragrance.

While Ying Wuhuan's sword in his hand was entirely silver-white, simple and unadorned, the blade bore no extra patterns, only a faint, almost invisible line on the spine, like a string of seven stars.

This sword is precisely the Divine Sword — the Seven Extremes Sword.

Seeing the two's breath restrained and sword intent poised, the referee cleared his throat, poured spiritual power into his voice, and announced loudly: "Ying Wuji versus Ying Wuhuan, match — begin!"

Before the echo of the word 'begin' faded, the two figures on the arena had already vanished from their spots!

Clang—

A deafening clang of metal rang out, like heavenly thunder exploding on the martial stage!

In an instant, the air above the arena seemed ignited, airflow wildly twisting and spinning, forming visible vortices that then suddenly collapsed inward and exploded with a boom!

Boom!

An incredibly powerful shockwave centered on the two spread outward in a ring, cracking the ground and kicking up dust wherever it passed.

Those four splashes of fierce sword qi, like solid flying blades, bombarded the protective barrier surrounding the arena in dense succession.

Crack—crack—

The sturdy barrier was seen covered in cracks like a spiderweb, spiritual light flickering wildly, as if it would shatter completely in the next second!

Immortal Sovereign Kui Qian immediately gathered spiritual power to reinforce the barrier.

Meanwhile, the crowd, seeing this, were terrified.

"Holy shit! Is this really a showdown between two top sword cultivators?!"

On the arena, Ying Wuji in green robes wielded the Heaven's Mandate Sword, while Ying Wuhuan in white robes continually clashed with him.

They fought evenly, the battle extraordinarily fierce!

Their movements reached the extreme; to ordinary cultivators, they saw only two blurred shadows—one green, one white—like two streams of light constantly intertwining and separating, making it impossible to discern their specific techniques!

Ying Wuji lifted his gaze, raising the Heaven's Mandate Sword overhead, drawing the primordial chaos between heaven and earth; the blade seemed to become a path to an endless void, and an unmatched sword intent, as if it would sever all worldly bonds, shot up to the heavens!

"Grand Desolation No Dao — One Sword Sweeps Dust!"

A sword strike fell, the space seemed to freeze beneath it, leaving only a black sword trace capable of sweeping away dust and destroying worlds, straight for Ying Wuhuan's brow!

Ying Wuhuan suddenly narrowed his eyes.

"Grand Desolation Has Dao — One Sword Dances the Wild Moon!"

He gave a clear shout, the Seven Extremes Sword in his hand traced a perfect arc, its light like a bright moon, instantly bursting forth with ten-thousand-zhang radiance, an overwhelming force like a surging tide of dancing moonlight, meeting that black sword trace!

Though the sword move names were similar and shared the same origin in the Grand Desolation sword intent, in their hands they evolved into utterly different powers and utterly opposite sword truths!

One is the 'No Dao' sword that cuts everything down to nothingness!

The other is the 'Has Dao' sword that embraces all phenomena and knows no end!

Boom——

A heaven-shaking explosion, the terrifying impact almost destroying the entire arena.

The crowd was stunned, mouths agape.

Meanwhile, the participating disciples near the arena retreated several steps.

Yuan Yao lifted her head, almost fully focused on staring at the two on the arena.

She could see clearly their changes in technique, and vaguely felt their utterly different sword intents.

She held her breath and concentrated, staring at their changes in technique.

Xue Jin beside her was about to turn his head to say something to Yuan Yao, but seeing her so serious, he blinked in surprise.

At that moment, Cang Li on the stands also grew serious, his gaze fixed tightly on the two on the arena.

At the same moment, the people of the great clans of the First Continent darkened their faces slightly as they stared at Ying Wuji and Ying Wuhuan.

No matter which of them wins or loses, it cannot change the fact that they are members of the Ying family.

The Ying family has produced two sword cultivators with such terrifying talent……

The younger generation is the future of the cultivation world.

The two on the arena never ceased their attacks, and wounds kept appearing on their bodies.

Ying Wuhuan's eyes narrowed slightly, he dared not relax in the slightest, for from that duel over a decade ago he already knew Ying Wuji was not an easy opponent.

Now Ying Wuji is even more unfathomable.

Each of his sword moves would be deflected by Ying Wuji with the force of four ounces moving a thousand pounds.

As time passed, Ying Wuhuan felt increasingly strained.

The longer their battle dragged on, the clearer the superiority between them became.

The sovereigns on the high platform saw it all clearly.

Ying Wuji is nearly flawless; his sword technique, momentum, and intent have been cultivated to the extreme, the power he erupts with is at least double that of Ying Wuhuan!

Ying Wuhuan, meanwhile, is strong in both offense and defense, his explosive power also formidable; his sword technique and momentum are quite good, but his sword intent has not been honed to the extreme, so as their clash drags on, Ying Wuji suppresses him.

Both are at the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm.

At this critical juncture, Ying Wuji's eyes showed a faint, barely perceptible dazedness, his mind suddenly losing its guard!

Screech—

A grating sound of a blade tearing flesh rang out clearly; the silvery blade sank halfway in, blood spurted instantly, staining Ying Wuji's green robe at the shoulder red.

"Youngest Senior Brother!"

"Wuji!"

Below the platform, Yuan Yao and the others let out a startled cry.

At this moment, Ying Wuji was jolted back to his senses by the intense stabbing pain from his shoulder.

However, compared to the wound on his shoulder, a more mysterious and excruciating gripping pain came from his chest, as if something vital had been ruthlessly torn apart.

Ying Wuji's face instantly turned as white as paper, cold sweat pouring down.

He suddenly lifted his head, his eyes icy and filled with hatred as they locked onto Ying Wuhuan, then he swiftly retreated.

Hiss—

The Seven Extremes Sword was violently pulled from his shoulder, bringing a spray of scalding blood; the sharp pain surged again, nearly making him faint.

But he gritted his teeth hard, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, then he fiercely swung his sword at Ying Wuhuan!

"Heaven's Mandate—"

"Swordfall, No Regret!"

Ying Wuhuan's pupils contracted sharply, his face showing shock for the first time! He clearly felt a terrifying sword intent that seemed about to crush his very soul.

He quickly raised his sword to block!

Boom—

The Seven Extremes Sword in Ying Wuhuan's hand could not withstand such terrifying sword intent; the shock split his tiger's mouth, the sword flew from his grasp and clattered to the ground, and he himself was sent flying.

Thud!

Ying Wuhuan's body slammed hard into the protective barrier, then rolled onto the platform, where a deep bone‑revealing sword wound appeared on his body.

"Pfft—"

He spat out a mouthful of blood.