Yan Shangcheng’s longsword was already raised high, and with a mighty roar, he charged toward Jun Bugu: “Where is your Tianshu power? Why not unleash it fully!” “Unleash!” Jun Bugu used the Tian Zhi Que in his left hand to block Yan Shangcheng’s attack, while plunging his Juedao into the ground; the endless dragon tail immediately began to coil around Yan Shangcheng. “I can kill you without unleashing any power!” “Hah!” Feeling the imminent danger, Yan Shangcheng spun his body with his sword, forcing the encircling dragon tails to recoil.

“What other moves do you have? Bring them all out!” “Know the power of the Death God, do you?” Jun Bugu grinned, and flames ignited across his body once more. He lunged forward, aiming to embrace Yan Shangcheng.

“Can you endure such scorching heat?” “Death God!” Yan Shangcheng activated his Tiangu Sword Art, immediately entering the high cultivation state of the Ninth Level. He brought his sword down—the longsword descended from the heavens like a speeding train, slamming toward Jun Bugu below. “Die!” Jun Bugu wielded the Juedao to defend, but Yan Shangcheng’s Tiangu Sword Art, Ninth Level, was far more formidable than Jialouluo’s version.

It was augmented by the power of the Kuangmai Tianshu. Before Jun Bugu could fully evade, the sword pierced his chest: “Waaah…” Yan Shangcheng landed, his longsword now buried deep within Jun Bugu. Dark blood immediately began to flow out.

“How about it? If you still refuse to use the power of the Juemai Tianshu, you are about to die by my hand!” “You!” Jun Bugu roared in anger, the crimson mark on his forehead flashing once more. He thrust the Tian Zhi Que directly into Yan Shangcheng’s body.

“Heh, just like that.” Yan Shangcheng did not seem to feel pain; instead, he looked at Jun Bugu with excitement. “Only extreme agony can inspire the power of the Tianshu. Have you ever experienced such agony?” “Ah!” Before Jun Bugu could react, Yan Shangcheng, lips pursed, thrust his hand into Jun Bugu’s chest.

“Waaaaah!” Yan Shangcheng looked proudly at the mingling of their blood in the white snow, his expression strangely twisted. “What is it? Do wounds of this extent fail to incite your fury?” Jun Bugu felt the world spin; his body had forgotten pain.

He moved purely on instinct, driving the Juedao he held also deep into Yan Shangcheng’s body: “You demon! Do you seek mutual destruction?” “Mutual destruction?” Yan Shangcheng’s face shifted, the red mark becoming even more pronounced. He kicked Jun Bugu away and soared backward.

“It is the sensation of this blood! Only with this feeling can the Kuangmai Tianshu exert its greatest efficacy! Ah!” “Rumble!” A bolt of great thunder instantly struck the ground, its shock comparable to the awakening of Di Xietian.

Yan Shangcheng stood proudly on the spot, sparks even erupting from the longsword in his hand. Jun Bugu knelt heavily on the ground, supporting his entire body with his two weapons, allowing his dark blood to flow onto the Tian Zhi Que and Juedao. The Juemai Tianshu within him began to circulate in response to the explosion of the Kuangmai Tianshu.

“I will kill you! I will kill you.” “Hahahaha, come then!” Yan Shangcheng laughed wildly and charged toward Jun Bugu. He struck with his sword, but Jun Bugu blocked it with ease.

“Oh, yes, this is the power! Bring them all out!” “Seeking death!” Jun Bugu was continually provoked by Yan Shangcheng. Veins bulged across his body, and several blood vessels ruptured.

His movements were swift, certainly not inferior to Yan Shangcheng’s. Thus, the two danced in the air, fighting an inseparable battle across the snowy ground. Yan Shangcheng continuously hacked at Jun Bugu’s body, muttering under his breath, “Yes, yes, this is it!

Do not suppress your strength!” Jun Bugu deflected Yan Shangcheng’s attacks with one sword and one blade. Just as he began to sense the energy shifting within him, a bolt of heavenly lightning struck his body: “Waaahahaha!” Yan Shangcheng crashed heavily onto the ground, a faint scorched smell rising from him. “The Juemai Tianshu has finally awakened?

Now this is becoming interesting.” Jun Bugu stood stiffly, his body blackened. In that instant, not only did the Juemai Tianshu within him awaken, but so too did the Tian Zhi Que and the Juedao in his hands. Under the baptism of rage and endless power, the Tian Zhi Que and the Juedao had been transformed.

What now manifested before heaven and earth was the legendary Heavenly Sword and Ultimate Blade! “That power?” The Birdman turned back in shock. Where the sky had been densely covered with black clouds, a brilliant ray of light now appeared—a light utterly innate, filled with hope.

“Sect Master, the legendary Heavenly Sword and Ultimate Blade have emerged!” Jialouluo knew this, but before him, Sha Jun Tianxia was close to breaking through the Dao Xuan barrier. “Ye Xiu, hurry and retrieve the Heavenly Sword and Ultimate Blade! Only that weapon can slay Sha Jun!” Ye Xiu nodded and leaped away from the mountain peak.

Besides the Heavenly Sword and Ultimate Blade, there was another weapon at this level: the Yu Yu Feng Dao! In Jun Bugu’s hand was a bizarre weapon—a blade with a curved body that nearly reached the hilt. This legendary weapon possessed an equally mysterious appearance.

“Yan Shangcheng, today I will kill you!” “Come then!” Yan Shangcheng feared no divine weapon. He moved with his sword, instantly summoning three massive sword projections that converged to surround Jun Bugu. “Hahahaha, this is the power of the Tenth Level of the Tiangu Sword Art!” “Hmph!” Jun Bugu smiled faintly and threw the Heavenly Sword and Ultimate Blade forward.

The weapon spun and danced in the air, summoning an endless torrent of blades and swords that cascaded down like a waterfall. “Is this the true function of a divine weapon?” “Clang, clang…” The endless swords met the Tenth Level of the Tiangu Sword Art, melting the very snow at the base of Mount Sumeru. In that instant, the entire world consisted only of slaughter, only of blades and swords, submerging even the two combatants within an ocean of steel.

“What!” Yan Shangcheng’s eyes widened. His Tiangu Sword Art was completely useless under these circumstances. All he could do now was try his best to evade the ceaseless blades, but they advanced with the fluidity of water, making evasion impossible.

“Yaaah… Aaargh…” “Hahahaha, ah hahahaha!” Jun Bugu was almost maniacal, controlling the soaring blades and swords, treating Yan Shangcheng like fish on a chopping block. “How about it? Can your Kuangmai Tianshu not save you?” “Seeking death!” Yan Shangcheng could not tolerate Jun Bugu’s arrogance.

He clenched his fists and exerted great force; the mark on his forehead now protruded fully, instantly repelling the surrounding blades and swords. “I will show you what the true Kuangmai Tianshu is!”