The dazzling sword light cut through the sky, and countless people felt the incredibly sharp sword intent, as if a celestial swordsman was wielding his blade from the heavens.
The vast grasslands were filled with sword intent.
The Huns’ army and the people in the Huns’ royal court were all engulfed in the terror of that single sword strike.
The warhorses on the ground knelt down one after another, as if divine might had descended.
Lang Tianshan looked at the brilliant sword with horror. He couldn’t block this sword; facing it head-on meant certain death.
Not daring to take the sword directly, Lang Tianshan hid behind Akshun, channeling his blood and True Essence to activate his Martial Arts Golden Body to defend against the sword.
Under his black robe, Akshun’s expression changed upon seeing the sword.
A sword that opens the heavenly gate, the supreme sword technique of Sword Dao Mountain, unparalleled in its killing power, once only a legend, now seen in reality.
And he was facing its power head-on.
For the first time in many years, that terrifying sword made him feel a lethal threat.
“Invoke the Spirit!”
Akshun’s entire body ignited with black flames, and behind him appeared a divine figure shrouded in black mystical flames.
This was the martial arts divine ability he cultivated, passed down through the Shamanic Cult scriptures.
The divine figure, nearly ten meters tall, carried terrifying power, pushing out a palm that made the heavens tremble.
“Suppress!”
Akshun shouted, facing Oliver Sheng’s peerless sword, he could only use his strongest means.
The black-flame divine figure struck out with a palm, as if the sky was collapsing, covering the heavens and earth.
Boom!
The world was illuminated, sword light filled the sky, black flames soared, and at that moment, it seemed as if the world was about to be destroyed.
Everyone stared blankly at the collision of sword light and the giant palm, their hearts gripped tightly.
The boundless power of the sword light and the giant palm tore a black hole in the sky, shattering space.
Under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of soldiers and countless Huns, the ten-meter-tall martial arts divine figure in the sky crumbled inch by inch.
The terrifying sword light left a sword mark in the sky.
Akshun’s black robe was also shredded by the sword energy, revealing his appearance.
An old face, full of wrinkles, with white hair, a not very tall and somewhat frail figure.
His black skin, however, was like cast steel, emitting a black mystical light.
On his body were numerous sword marks.
Behind Akshun, Lang Tianshan was in a sorry state, disheveled, with tattered clothes, covered in hideous sword marks and bloodstains.
If Akshun hadn’t been in front of him, he would have died under that sword.
Looking at the high sky split by a sword mark, feeling the terrifying sword intent, Lang Tianshan was filled with lingering fear.
Too terrifying, this young man from Great Wei not only had powerful martial arts strength but was also a Daoist Yang Spirit.
Even more terrifying was his comprehension of swordsmanship and sword intent, truly like he could cut open the void with one sword, opening the heavenly gate above and ascending.
“Young man, your swordsmanship is formidable.” Akshun looked at the sword marks on his body, filled with lingering fear.
If Oliver Sheng’s cultivation was a bit stronger, he wouldn’t have been able to withstand that sword and would have died under it.
Since he had cultivated to the Great Perfection of Martial Saint, he hadn’t felt the sensation of death.
But today, facing Oliver Sheng’s sword, he felt that long-lost threat of death.
Oliver Sheng looked at the not severely injured Akshun opposite him, frowning slightly.
He had used all his strength to unleash this peerless sword, yet he couldn’t kill the opponent with one strike. It seemed he had underestimated the power of a Martial Saint at Great Perfection.
It appeared that those who could cultivate to the Great Perfection of Martial Saint were not ordinary.
“Your strength is not weak either,” Oliver Sheng said.
Anyone who could take his sword had to be at the Great Perfection of Martial Saint.
Even late-stage Martial Saints couldn’t do it.
“Heh heh heh!” Akshun let out a strange laugh.
His eyes flashed with a fierce light, clearly enraged by the injury Oliver Sheng had inflicted on him.
“So this is your trump card. Now, it’s my turn.” Akshun’s originally black body was instantly covered with dense red runes.
His physique rapidly grew, standing ten meters tall in front of Oliver Sheng.
The black giant, with blood-red runes writhing on its surface, possessed mysterious power.
“Die!”
Akshun struck with a palm, blood-red aura entwined with black energy, the terrifying power making Oliver Sheng’s heart tremble.
This power didn’t seem like the blood energy divine ability of a martial artist, it was very strange.
Oliver Sheng slashed out with his sword, the dazzling sword light striking the palm but not shattering it.
Seeing this, Oliver Sheng quickly formed a seal with his left hand, lightning flashing, purple-red divine thunder swirling.
“Divine Thunder Seal!”
Oliver Sheng quickly cast a thunder seal, the terrifying purple-red divine thunder carrying a destructive aura, striking out.
Boom!
The divine thunder collided, lightning scattered, blood light surged.
The powerful energy waves sent both of them flying backward.
Oliver Sheng forcibly steadied his surging blood energy, looking at Akshun with a more serious expression.
This old ghost’s strength and means were not to be underestimated. Along the way, facing so many strong enemies, this was the first one to make him feel troubled.
Not far away, Lang Tianshan’s gaze towards Akshun also changed slightly.
“Old man, you were still hiding your strength. I thought the gap between us wasn’t big, but it seems I underestimated you.” Lang Tianshan had thought he had overestimated Akshun’s strength.
But he had still underestimated it!
With such powerful strength, if Akshun wanted to suppress him, it would only take a palm.
Lang Tianshan had forgotten that he was originally cultivated by Akshun.
Activating the mysterious blood power, Akshun’s eyes became exceptionally fierce.
Boom!
Another palm strike towards Oliver Sheng, the powerful force giving a sense of otherworldly power.
“Slash!”
Oliver Sheng slashed out a terrifying sword, the sword light dazzling and peerless.
His left hand continued to form the thunder seal, the Kunlun Thunder Technique “Heavenly Thunder Art” had been cultivated to perfection by him.
The powerful and terrifying thunder technique was also one of his trump cards.
The peerless sword light and the destructive thunder light struck the blood-red rune giant palm, the destructive power ravaging the sky.
The two were like ancient gods, their divine abilities shocking the world, their terrifying figures making countless people involuntarily worship.
It was the first time they had seen such a peerless battle, the collision of Great Perfection Martial Saints, it was destructive and terrifying.
Many people might never see such a shocking battle in their lifetime!
Sword light filled the sky, palm prints soared, thunder roared, high in the sky, divine light shone, clouds shattered, the two figures shrouded in light, continuously battling.
Lang Tianshan had become a mere spectator, unable to intervene at all.
Boom!
Oliver Sheng spat blood and flew backward, golden blood splattering across the sky.
Akshun’s entire body was scorched black by the purple-red divine thunder, wounds from sword marks flowing with black blood, the blood-red runes gradually dimming.
After stabilizing his figure, Akshun looked at Oliver Sheng, admitting he had indeed underestimated Oliver Sheng’s strength.
Oliver Sheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, feeling the power of the rampaging Akshun. It had been a long time since he had felt the sensation of being injured.
“Young man from Great Wei, retreat now, and I will let bygones be bygones.”
“Otherwise, I will have my army annihilate your subordinates,” Akshun said to Oliver Sheng.
He couldn’t do anything to Oliver Sheng, and Oliver Sheng couldn’t defeat him either. If they really fought to the death, it would be a mutual destruction.
Oliver Sheng glanced at his army below, then at Lang Tianshan.
Today, he couldn’t take down these two Martial Saints. Continuing to fight would be detrimental to him and his army.
“Fine, I have experienced your strength. I will now lead my men out of the grasslands,” Oliver Sheng said with a smile.
Today, he couldn’t do anything to the two of them, so he would let them live a little longer.
He turned and returned to his army, landing on his horse.
“General!”
“General!”
“Marquis!”
“Are you alright, Oliver?”
Calvin Yang, Felix Wu, and others looked at Oliver Sheng with concern.
“No problem, let’s go, retreat!” Oliver Sheng glanced at the two Martial Saints of the Huns and waved his hand.
The army began to retreat slowly. The Huns’ army watched the Wei army retreat, feeling unwilling but could only watch.
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