Bloodshed Cleaving Down

Clang! As soon as Ouyang Wuji’s roar ceased, his great sword rang out as it was unsheathed. With a single stride, the sword moved in harmony with his body: "My dominance is boundless and fierce, looking down upon the world, where my blade reaches, rivers flow backwards."

The great sword slashed through the air with an imposing presence, bold and unrestrained, devoid of any fanciful tricks. Like a rainbow piercing the sky, it stirred up mighty waves that surged, each wave more powerful than the last, creating a grand and magnificent momentum.

Clang, clang, clang!

Blades clashed, swords collided, the strong met the strong with no room for trickery. The more Ouyang Wuji fought, the fiercer his aura became. The old man with white hair was forced back with every clash, leaving blood trails as fresh wounds marred his body. His pale face grew paler, his energy rapidly depleting, and his hand holding the sword began to tremble.