On the mountain peak, the Dual Swords clashed with overwhelming momentum. The fierce changes in sword momentum caused the sky to annihilate in clouds and wind, revealing the shadows of the two swords.
The strange phenomena astounded the workers at the site in the distance as they stood and gazed.
"Oh my, who would've thought that Old Mo has reached such a level; he's almost catching up with me, his elder sister."
On another mountain peak, Ye Lingshuang, dressed in a pale blue gown, held a flower fan over her mouth, speaking with exaggerated surprise.
"Old? Ha," beside her, a Black-clothed Man scoffed, "An old hag of a hundred and eighty years, why pretend to be virgin-like? If I remember correctly, you're also nearly a hundred ninety years old, right? Just because you acknowledge someone a century younger as your senior sister, you think you're young? Don't dream on."
"Six Extremes Ghost, you're courting death!"
