In the midst of the air, the clash of two sword energies had blinked past a thousand exchanges, within the flashes of lightning and sword's gleam, the figures could hardly be seen.
On one side, the raging sea roared furiously, the waves continuously lapping at the shore without end.
On the other side, the purple qi was dense and layered, like raging waves surging into the thousands of mountains, quickly diluting to mere trickles.
Each time Wang Daoning dueled with Cui Wenjing, he felt this sense of exertion without leverage, as both seemed to be inherently incompatible; thus, on the Heavenly List of rankings, he always ranked one step behind Cui Wenjing.
It wasn't a case of softness overcoming hardness... Cui Wenjing was not soft.
He was vast, with purple qi filling the mountains and rivers, a sight of grandeur.
