Tremor of Heaven's Might collided with that brilliant sword light, like Mars and Earth colliding, releasing a dazzling brightness that shielded everyone's sight.
Waves of terrifying power spread out, obliterating everything atop the mountain peak, and the mountain itself cracked. The surrounding air was extinguished, creating a vacuum zone.
Pfft!
A sound of spitting blood arose!
As the light dispersed, the figures of the two emerged.
Xiao Yiyun staggered backward four or five steps, retreating to the edge of the mountain summit, with a cliff behind him. He knelt on the ground, his Superior Grade Spiritual Sword, the Hunyuan Sword, planted in the soil, his mouth stained with fresh blood.
Xiao Yifeng also stepped back several steps, his eyes flashing with cold light, his fists marked with a bloody trace left by the Superior Grade Spiritual Sword.