"Anyone who dares to threaten my woman—heaven or earth, I'll kill you."
Yi Tianxing stepped off the Nine-Dragon War Chariot and onto the void itself, walking as if on solid ground. Each step spanned dozens of meters until he stood face-to-face with Tong Twelve. As he advanced, he reached out and grasped a bronze war spear that manifested in his hand.
"My spear—unstoppable, indestructible!"
With a fierce motion, he thrust the spear forward. His spear intent merged into the weapon, true essence surging through it. As he unleashed the strike, it tore through the air, streaking dozens of meters like a heavenly punishment, glowing with blood-red light and crackling with thunder.
The sound of the spear tearing through the air was terrifying, as if it could rip open the void itself. Of course, that was an illusion. The Divine-Demonic Battlefield was far too resilient—even divine beings might fail to break it. But the aura behind the strike could crush all before it.
Any cultivator facing that strike would sense the unyielding, do-or-die will within it. Even the heavens would tremble before such conviction.
Yi Tianxing struck decisively—every blow aimed to kill.
There were no prolonged battles among true cultivators. Unless their strength was evenly matched or both had formidable life-saving abilities, the first move was always a lethal one. Every divine ability had a single goal—to kill.
"Mirror Moon!!"
Without hesitation, Tong Twelve opened the divine eye on his forehead—the Mirror Moon Divine Eye.
A beam of divine light, like glazed glass, flashed forth from the eye. A luminous mirror manifested in front of him, rapidly expanding. Its surface was flawless crystal, and it reflected the incoming spear.
In an instant, a duplicate blood-colored spear emerged from the mirror, mimicking the original. It radiated the same terrifying spear intent and shot forth to meet Yi Tianxing's attack.
Clang!!
Boom!!
The two spears collided head-on, point to point. Their clashing powers and identical intent exploded on contact, instantly obliterating each other—vanishing into nothingness.
🔸 Mirror Moon Divine Eye – Mirror Moon (镜月)A top-tier eye technique that duplicates and reflects any attack directed at the user. With this divine art, all techniques are deflected, making the wielder virtually invincible to direct strikes.
"How bizarre! That eye technique can even copy an opponent's attack? Doesn't that make him undefeatable?" Lianxing murmured, visibly stunned.
The technique seemed invincible. Nothing could approach him—it would just be mirrored and sent back. Even spear intent was copied flawlessly.
"Impossible. No divine technique is truly invincible," Yao Yue shook her head. "There must be limits. Otherwise, why didn't Tong Twelve use it to counter the Star Arrow before? Clearly, the Mirror Moon has a threshold. It can't reflect everything—just what it can withstand."
"Your technique is mine. Your martial arts are mine. I was born to be undefeated," Tong Twelve said arrogantly, attempting to shake Yi Tianxing's will.
Mirror Moon Divine Eye—All Techniques Nullified!
"Hmph. No divine art is unbreakable. Take another spear if you dare!!"
Yi Tianxing stepped forward again, each pace spanning over ten meters, his aura intensifying. This time, he didn't unleash a projected spear—he held the bronze war spear directly and lunged at Tong Twelve's mirror.
There was no spear intent, just the raw force of his flesh and blood.
As before, a duplicate spear emerged from the mirror to intercept him.
Bang!!
This time, something strange happened.
Yi Tianxing's real spear smashed through the mirror spear effortlessly, shattering it into fragments.
"Your Mirror Moon may copy techniques and intent, but it cannot copy my strength—the power of my fleshly body. You can replicate the weapon, but not the brute force behind it. Mirror Moon, break!!"
Yi Tianxing's next thrust pierced the crystal mirror itself.
Crack!!
The mirror shattered into fragments.
"You… actually saw through that," Tong Twelve's face twisted in shock. That Yi Tianxing could break the Mirror Moon technique after just a single clash? That was monstrous talent—combat instincts of the highest level.
Indeed, Mirror Moon could not replicate the raw physical strength of the original. It only copied the technique and appearance. Tong Twelve's physical body was far weaker—he stood no chance against Yi Tianxing's force.
As the spear destroyed the mirror, it flew directly at Tong Twelve's throat, imbued with terrifying killing power.
"Moon Mirror!!"
Without panic, Tong Twelve shouted, and another glazed crystal mirror appeared before him. This time, moonlight rippled across its surface as if a moon floated within.
Yi Tianxing's spear pierced the mirror… yet strangely, it met no resistance.
It passed right through, as if the mirror wasn't real—like the spear had pierced into another world.
Even though the mirror was right in front of Tong Twelve, the spear never touched him. It was like entering an alternate space.
"This mirror holds spatial power," Yi Tianxing immediately realized.
"Soul Mirror!!"
Tong Twelve shouted again.
Another mirror appeared, reflecting Yi Tianxing's figure—vivid and identical.
"Shatter!!"
The mirror exploded, and Yi Tianxing's reflected image broke with it.
Crack!!
In that instant, a terrifying force surged through Yi Tianxing's body. It felt like a law of heaven and earth had been triggered. A tearing sensation gripped his entire being, threatening to shatter him like the broken reflection.
This was spatial force, causal force—the power of Mirror Moon.
The mirror shattering was the cause.The body breaking was the effect.An inescapable causality.
Yi Tianxing could feel it—his flesh was rupturing, bones on the verge of shattering. The force was invisible, like a curse, silently ripping him apart from within.
"Within my flesh, I am the master—Suppress!!"
His expression turned cold. He roared:
Ding ding ding!!
From within his body came a deep, resonant sound. Two ancient cauldrons, one black and one white, manifested inside him.
These were blood-essence cauldrons, surging with qi and blood, roaring with dragon-elephant and demon-ox might. A signature trait of top-tier body cultivators.
They erupted with force, crushing the strange energy from within.
The cauldrons were divine instruments, symbolic of cosmic stability. Born of blood essence, they could suppress all foreign forces within the body.
Ding ding ding!!The cauldrons resonated, sending shockwaves through his flesh and extinguishing the breaking force entirely.
"Die!!"
Yi Tianxing's eyes snapped open—black and white spiraling.
Two yin-yang dragons appeared before him, hurtling toward Tong Twelve with overwhelming speed.
Black and white intertwined. Yin and Yang twisted.
This was: Yin-Yang Severance—Severing Light and Darkness!In the gray between black and white, deadly brilliance flashed.
It happened so fast—before anyone could even react.
Crack!!
Tong Twelve's body was cut clean in half.
Though it took many words to describe, the entire fight lasted mere breaths. Each move came in a flash, each clash decisive.