Without even drawing his sword at first, Yu Xuan invoked the second form of the [Magic Swordsmanship of the Avalon Imperial Family].
Qi and intent surged, forming countless crimson arcs in the air.
Each slash tore across space, curving unpredictably.
He executed the form again, then again — until the sky itself shimmered under the storm of red.
The Young Heavenly God responded instantly, wings flaring wide as golden light burst forth.
He shot upward, the barrage of slashes raining beneath him.
When they struck the ground, they vanished, simply ceasing to exist.
But before he could relax, his instinct screamed.
Out of empty space, one of those vanished slashes reappeared, right before his eyes.
There was no warning. No fluctuation of Qi. No spatial distortion.
Just the impossible, the same slash, rematerialized.
As if a miracle had occurred.
The next instant, the Young Heavenly God was slammed into the ground, dust exploding outward in a violent shockwave.
