Chapter 438: The Shock of Xue Jianchen's Blood Sword

All spectators, friend or foe, held their breath at this moment, their minds completely drawn to this epoch‑defining duel, stunned beyond measure.

"Too… too strong! Is this their true power?"

"Ten Thousand Calamities Night Emperor Heaven Skill! Burning Heaven Eternal Night Body! Ye Junlin is truly going all out!"

"Ye Wuque's amplification secret technique is terrifyingly unparalleled, yet it can hard‑counter the Burning Heaven Eternal Night Body without being defeated!"

"Both combat awareness, reaction, and control over power have reached the realm of transformation! This is the true bearing of a peak Heavenly Pride!"

The beings of the Xuanhuang World and the Honghuang World had long shed the ease and jest from their faces, replaced by deep solemnity and dread.

"These two… regardless of who wins or loses, they are worthy of reverence among the younger generation of my realm!"

An heir of the Great Sect of the Xuanhuang World sighed softly, his tone complex.

"I thought the Nine Heavens Ten Earths were waning, but I didn't expect such figures… the Other Shore is even more unfathomable."

A woman cloaked in crimson glow in the Honghuang World flickered her eyes, her thoughts unknown.

Xu Tianhuang leaned his body slightly forward, fists clenched, knuckles whitening, the Space around him subtly warping; he stared intently at the battlefield core, as if suppressing the urge to strike immediately, yet also awaiting a fleeting opportunity, his gaze sharp as a hawk.

Shen Wuyue's pretty face brimmed with battle intent, her beautiful eyes continuously followed Ye Wuque's still dazzling silhouette in the darkness; her red lips slightly opened, murmuring, "An opponent like this… makes the journey on the Ultimate Main Road not in vain…"

Holy Son Xuanhuang of the Wanxiang Academy's gentle smile faded slightly, the speed of the Xuanhuang ancestral Qi swirling in his hand quickened, faint sounds of wind and thunder emanated.

Runes swirled within Ning Wushuang's Destruction Divine Eye, clearly capturing every energy fluctuation and rule disturbance on the battlefield; his brows slightly furrowed as he murmured, "Within Ye Junlin's Ten Thousand Calamities Night Power, that Calamity‑annihilating Dao Rhythm becomes ever more evident… differing from ordinary Night Clan power, closer to… a terminal law and sense of ending despised by heaven and earth… indeed it cannot escape an ominous connection." His gaze grew ever deeper and colder.

Just as Ye Wuque and Ye Junlin's battle reached a fever pitch, drawing the majority of eyes, the skirmishes in other parts of the summit were equally brutal, shaking the universe!

"Wenyue nine blades! Fifth blade, Cloud Collapse!"

Geshu Wenyue let out a thunderous long howl, the rustic long sword in his hand unleashing a terrifying blade intent that tore the heavens.

A slash was made; before the blade light arrived, the massive, vast blade intent had already shattered and dispersed the massive cloud sea ahead.

The blade light curled back like a reversed Milky Way, imbued with a resolute will to cut through all obstacles and press forward, descending straight onto Ming Jiuhuang.

"Hell‑Suppressing Underworld King Body… Nine Nether Cold Prison!"

Ming Jiuhuang's face was cold and hard as iron; faced with this overwhelming slash, he did not retreat.

He drove the Hell‑Suppressing Underworld King Body to its limit, dense Nine Nether cold air spewing from his pores, instantly coalescing before him into nine thick layers of barrier, as if forged from millennia‑old Xuan ice and infernal underworld iron.

On each layer of the barrier, ferocious phantom jailer specters materialized, emitting silent roars that froze the Void and corroded vitality!

Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!

The terrifying blade light consecutively shattered three layers of the cold barrier; the blade's momentum eased slightly, yet it continued to cut down resolutely.

Ming Jiuhuang's eyes flashed with a fierce hue, his fists covered with thick black underworld armor, on the knuckles coalescing two points of extreme icy cold and heavy gloom, not retreating but...

"Underworld King Shaking

Boom!

The blade light exploded, the fist force shattered!

Both let out a muted hum simultaneously, their bodies violently shaken, each retreating tens of thousands of zhang, the Void beneath their feet rippling, a strand of blood spilling from the corner of each mouth.

Clearly this hard clash left both sides with slight internal injuries.

"Thrilling! Again!" Geshu Wenyue wiped away the blood, battle fire blazing in his eyes, and raised his sword to strike once more.

"Afraid you can't handle it!" Ming Jiuhuang suppressed the surging blood, the Nine Nether cold air around him intensifying, and countered upward.

The two, like two ancient ferocious beasts with raging hair, clashed again, blade light and fist shadows interweaving, making that area echo with wailing ghosts and divine howls, ice and slash marks spreading everywhere.

So in another battlefield, the combat situation showed a one‑sided suppression!

Feng Caichen, wielding a long sword, moved with a fairy‑like lightness, yet his sword light was as sharp as the Heavenly Dao's judgment!

He performed no earth‑shaking grand sword techniques, only simple thrusts, flicks, cuts, and slices, yet each strike was exquisitely perfect, targeting the weakest, most awkward nodes in Xue Jianchen's sword flow, as if foresight allowed him to anticipate the opponent's moves.

Xue Jianchen had long lost his original cold pride and composure; his face flushed red, veins bulging on his forehead, his eyes filled with shock, resentment, and a hint of unmistakable horror!

The blood‑shadow killing sword he boasted of, inherited from the ancient ancestors of the Night Clan, now before Feng Caichen appeared so clumsy and riddled with flaws!

No matter how he changes techniques, how he drives his bloodline power to ignite the sword realm, that terrifying sword light, like a festering ulcer on bone, always easily pierces his defense, forcing him into frantic clumsiness and countless peril!

"Impossible! I, Xue Jianchen, traverse the Other Shore, countless souls perished beneath my sword; no contemporary Sword Cultivator has ever matched me! How could your sword… your sword Dao possibly surpass mine?!"

Xue Jianchen let out a hoarse roar, wild as madness; his blood‑colored long sword erupted with towering blood light, forming a blood‑colored sword curtain that tried to overwhelm Feng Caichen, covering all his evasion Space.