The spectators below all craned their necks skyward; many suspected this was the prelude to a storm.

Wan Jian Canglong gazed at the heavens and sighed, "Is this the true essence of the Sorrowful Autumn Seven Swords?"

"Big Brother, what did you say?" Xuan Hu, unaware of the cause, merely felt that he had consistently underestimated Ji Jingtian. "Legend says the Sorrowful Autumn Seven Swords can summon heavenly thunder—the autumn wind sweeps the fallen leaves, and lightning draws the autumn wind."

"This..." Wan Jian Qinglin watched with cold eyes, never imagining that besides the Myriad Sword Art, there existed another swordsmanship in this world capable of manipulating the seasons and the weather.

"Rumble! Rumble!" The weather abruptly shifted. Not only did dark clouds gather, but the sounds of thunder and flashes of lightning rushed in, mingling with the clamor of the entire arena.

"Ah..." Ji Jingtian threw one hand towards the sky and roared madly. A leaping bolt of lightning, accompanied by a piercing thunderclap, shot directly toward his fingertip, coalescing into a sword forged of pure lightning.

"That's even possible?" Ye Xiu had witnessed lightning strikes before and knew of the Lightning Strike sword technique within Heavenly Will, but for Ji Jingtian to channel lightning through his body without being electrocuted was utterly insane.

"Worry about yourself first—Sorrowful Autumn Seven Swords!" Ji Jingtian’s eyes widened as he commanded the seven swords with a single hand. At this moment, the autumnal crimson glow on the swords transformed into seven magnificent blades, shooting toward Ye Xiu’s body like lasers.

"Clang..." Ye Xiu crouched low, pushing off his back foot to block the strike with Heng Chen. He hadn't expected the sword energy to be so fiercely hot; Heng Chen became unbearably scorching after mere moments of contact.

"Whoosh... Hiss..." The other six sword beams swept past in quick succession. Startled, Ye Xiu tumbled, scrambled, and somersaulted backward, finally creating enough space to employ the Ghost Step and vanish from the stage.

"Not nearly enough!" Ji Jingtian kept one finger summoning the thunder from the nine heavens, while his other hand danced wildly up, down, left, and right, maneuvering the seven swords into a circling formation, continuously scattering beams of light in all directions.

"Boom! Whoa!" Those sword beams were entirely indiscriminate, shooting toward the unprepared audience. With a massive explosion, many onlookers were instantly struck down and pierced.

"No good, Ji Jingtian is spiraling out of control." Wan Jian Qinglin leaned forward, intending to check on the scene below, but a beam of light from the Seven Swords had already shot toward the Myriad Sword Pavilion, aggressively charging toward the imperial box.

"Myriad Swords Overwhelm the City!" Canglong slammed the table, instantly causing the Peerless Shocking Swan to flip and soar high into the sky. He himself flew upward, catching his sword hundreds of feet above the ground, calmly wielding it to unleash several golden sword lights that struck down the beams from the Seven Swords one by one. "This match cannot end here. I want to see the true depth of these two men's power!"

"But if this continues, the common people below..." Qinglin was aghast that Canglong would risk the lives of others just to watch a contest—a man without viciousness is no true man.

Wan Jian Canglong’s expression remained stern. He continuously employed the Myriad Swords Overwhelm the City technique, driving his sword energy to clash with the deadly beams of the Seven Swords that threatened the populace. "Second Brother, Third Brother, if you can, lend Big Brother a hand."

"Yes, Big Brother!" Xuan Hu also didn't want the match to end this way. He leaped onto the high platform and used Myriad Swords Overwhelm the City to shield the innocent. "Third Brother, you just sit back and enjoy the show; Big Brother and I are enough."

"Yes, alas!" Qinglin was long accustomed to being overlooked by his two elder brothers, but perhaps this was better; his attention had always been fixed on Ye Xiu. He just never imagined Ji Jingtian could be this fearsome.

"But even like this, you still can't defeat me!" Ye Xiu leaped into the clouds and shouted. Once again, under the effect of the Ghost Step, he unleashed the Myriad Slashes, sending hundreds, perhaps thousands, of illusory figures coordinating with his high-speed movement to charge endlessly into the reckless sword mass of the Seven Swords. At this point, the Seven Swords possessed only killing intent, devoid of any formation. Ye Xiu attacked with all his might, plunging into the center of the sword swarm. The sound of countless chopping impacts echoed throughout the venue; the Seven Swords simply could not withstand the thousands of Heng Chen blades.

"Clatter..." The crimson glow of the Seven Swords slowly faded. The swords, like their wielder, lost their vitality and clattered to the ground. Ye Xiu recalled all his clones and descended slowly before the Seven Swords. "The Seven Swords have no life force left. If we continue, the swords might break, and the man might die."

"Seven Sword Art—Thunderous Strike." Ji Jingtian’s eyes were bloodshot from the slaughter. At this moment, he could not heed any counsel. To him, anyone trying to stop him was futile. He grinned wildly and manipulated the Seven Swords to merge into one, instantly injecting the lightning from his other hand into the unified weapon. A slender sword of lightning was pointed directly at Ye Xiu. "Hahahaha, your destiny ends here."

"This..." Ye Xiu gritted his teeth to prevent himself from leaping up in terror. Was this the final sword? Perhaps this was the ultimate secret of the Sorrowful Autumn Seven Swords. He had no time to ponder; he spread his hands and slid backward, holding Heng Chen flat against his chest. The ultimate move of the Demon Blade was suddenly clear in his mind. "The final strike."

"What are those two doing!" Canglong stood atop the Myriad Sword Pavilion, high in the heavens, overlooking everything below. He could clearly feel currents of energy converging toward Ye Xiu, while Ji Jingtian’s long lightning sword charged forward without hesitation.

This was the most dazzling confrontation within the Three Sword Realms. The mesmerizing glow of the long lightning sword forced everyone to shut their eyes. Ji Jingtian, using his fragile body, barely sustained the sword's attack; regardless of success or failure, he had no residual strength left after this blow.

"Hmph, the sword energy here is far inferior to Ying Bu’s World-Ending Slash." Ye Xiu slowly clenched his right sword hilt and flicked out Heng Chen with his left hand. His own breathing flow had completely merged with the natural state. This one strike could send massive waterfall currents flying into the air until they dissipated—and it could certainly withstand the so-called heavenly lightning.

"Rumble..." The clash of the two swords turned the black clouds into blazing daylight. However, such a dazzling white light was too intense for anyone to endure. The scattered airflow almost blew everyone standing near the arena to the ground. Even Wan Jian Canglong, thousands of feet above, couldn't help but shield his face with his sleeve.

"Young Master Ye, Young Master Ye!" Chen Ying forced herself up against the railing, trying to see the spectacle in the ring. Such a dangerous fight almost made her faint from worry. Thankfully, Wan Jian Qinglin protected her well.

"How is this possible..." Ji Jingtian tried to speak, but felt as if his brain and body were separating. His entire vision began to tumble, descend, and turn dark.