Chapter 460: Peerless

Chapter 460: Peerless

A flock of egrets vanished into the distance, and clouds of mist hung like smoke, rendering the entire world with a tranquil beauty, peaceful as if it were a sanctuary beyond the mortal coil. The man remained silent, his aura ethereal, as if he were a being part celestial, part saintly. Yet, when he retaliated, he proved terrifying. The radiance around him surged like a mirror, reflecting Wang Xuans soul sword light back in full force.

Wang Xuan, like a streak of light, instantaneously retreated several hundred meters. His soul light slashed again, elevating the essence of the Dao-Splitting Sword. The sword light, fine as silk and pervasive as mist or rosy clouds, swept across the serene man. This was a clash at the pinnacle, Wang Xuan wielding his most potent attacks, commanding the sword light from the physical to the spiritual, unleashing supreme sword energy. The space between them exploded with vibrant celestial clouds and auspicious radiance, dazzling like the most splendid fireworks in the night sky. Yet, these were all manifestations of their sword energies, each strand distorting and blurring the void, causing it to collapse wherever they passed.

Such attack power should have been unparalleled at their level, surpassing even the tenth boundary, making it difficult for other limit-breakers to match. Against these two, the so-called pinnacle creature, the Mechanical Black Peng, was negligible. Their earth-shattering sword light, even a single strand, could annihilate contemporaneous rivals. With potential transcending their era, they were meant to stand alone at the zenith.

But here, in this realm, two such beings clashed, a collision between different transcendent civilizations, both employing sword techniques in battle. In truth, neither wielded tangible swords. Their entire beings, from arms to fingertips, even their hair, became weapons, radiating unparalleled sword light. The ethereal man couldnt just stand idle. He moved with incredible speed, beyond mortal comprehension, becoming a streak of light that merged with the myriad sword energies, omnipresent, his sword intent seemingly cleaving the void itself. The clash of metal echoed as two beings, transcending their ages from distinct transcendent civilizations, engaged fully in battle, forgetting all else. Only in such combat could they immerse themselves completely. They fought across heaven and earth, their forms lost amidst boundless sword light. While others might not see, they were acutely aware of each others presence.DiScover new stories at novelhall.com

In this moment, they transcended mere sword light, moving like lightning, as ephemeral as clouds, swift and formless. They seemed to stand still yet appeared everywhere across the heavens.

Wang Xuan, true to his name, wielded unmatched attack power in his era, his striking force astonishing. Yet, his approach carried none of the brashness of fireworks; even his sword light was ethereal, full of spirit, transcending the mundane. A true sword immortal, he embodied the most splendid imaginings of such a being, stepping out of a painting, untainted by the mundane, serene and beautiful. Each movement, each thread of sword light around him was like mist or poetry, clinging to him, not as one fighting in blood, but offering a feast of visual beauty.

His actions, in contrast, were like thunder striking from the heavens, fierce and rapid, his blazing sword energy slicing through the void, as if to pierce the heavens and split the cosmos. There was no question of superiority, no contest of which mindset was stronger. Their sword intents were unparalleled, their differences merely a matter of temperament. Not far off, Zhao Qingci clutched her temples, her gaze at times clouded with tears as she softly called out, "Brother." Then, clarity would return, and she'd whisper, "Wang Xuan."

Their duel stood as a once-in-an-epoch clash, rare in both ancient and modern times.

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Outside, the first round of trials was nearly at an end, with most participants returned, save for the intensely escalating battle at Wang Xuan's location. The unmatched sword light soared higher, becoming increasingly terrifying and dazzling.

"Wow, this is mind-blowing!"

"Everyone, come see! The battle on the eighteenth planet is an unparalleled showdown, unmatched in the world!"

Excited cries drew all eyes to the scene, stirring a buzz of activity. With so many transcendent beings distributed across thirty-six new planets or within the wastelands and extinguished great barriers, this first trial saw no shortage of participants.

"Too strong. Such sword light would pressure even those who've broken limits, manifesting beings capable of sweeping through rivals of their era!"

The crowd was unsettled, their attention wholly captivated by the battle. It was unimaginable that such a peerless confrontation would unfold right at the start, dazzling beyond expectation.

"Struck the jackpot, didnt we? The least challenging first round and we run into the exceedingly rare hell-level challenge!"

"Quiet down and watch closely. Truly, this journey was not in vain. To witness such a breathtaking battle is a fortune. Such events are typically confined to the annals of ancient texts. Encountering a duel between two beings who have surpassed the limits in the real world is incredibly rare."

With a hiss, the serene man drew forth a swath of sword light, but what pressed down was a vast, murky mountain, shaking the void with endless booms, more formidable than any spell.

Amidst the continuous sword rain, Wang Xuan outlined a brilliant divine figure, his own likeness, which he hurled towards the murky "Mountain of the Path."

Between them, a plethora of bizarre scenes unfolded. What they drew was sword light, but what appeared were earthly wonders and celestial landscapes, clashing together in a spectacle more fearsome than any forbidden secret technique.

In this grand confrontation, in this sublime battle, their figures blurred and became invisible, even to the advanced sensors of the spaceships, which struggled to capture their forms.

Throughout, their hearts unleashed sword light. This was the most challenging battle Wang Xuan had faced since his debut, with numerous moments when he was nearly slain.

Both appeared detached and transcendent, yet both were already wounded, each unknowingly bearing countless sword strikes. At their level, neither was weaker than the other, some moves impossibly difficult to defend against.

In that tome, a voice echoed, sighing softly as if deeply moved. Even the greatest figure from the past, who had chosen to decay in the mortal world, found it difficult to defeat this young man of today. The difficulty of the battle was truly startling.

In the end, Wang Xuan turned his hand into a sword, slashing forward. Before him, the man faced a vast mortal realma representation of his erahurling it towards Wang Xuan with explosive force.

Everything came to an end, returning to simplicity. The sword light, the earthly scenes, the celestial landscapesall dissipated, leaving only the two figures in the arena.

Blood surged from Wang Xuan, marking each sword wound on his body. His injuries were numerous, with many areas pierced completely through, showing severe damage!

In this fair fight among equals, in this high-level duel, Wang Xuan had faced an unprecedented challenge. He was nearly completely vanquished, his body and spirit nearly shattered.

It was the most arduous and brutal battle Wang Xuan had ever experienced.

The other man, untainted by worldly dust and transcendent in demeanor, began to slowly disintegrate, crumbling inch by inch.

"Brother!" A beam of clear light burst from Zhao Qinghan's body, trembling and crying, transforming into the figure of a woman who stumbled forward, her face wet with tears.

"Don't cry... I'm still here."

The disintegrating man left behind a hazy apparition, still radiating an ethereal and extraordinary presence. He nodded at Wang Xuan first, then turned, took the woman's hand, and said, "Given the choice again, I would still choose to stay."

"Brother, I don't want to see you decay in the mortal world. I want to change all this, I want you to transcend..." The woman's face, blurry with tears, kept crying.

"I am content to linger in the mortal world," the man said gently, leading her away side by side. They walked into the ink-painted landscape at the world's edge, gradually fading away until they disappeared completely.