In just half a breath's time,
The tiger's might stood like a mountain, supporting the heavens to block the silver disc.
Pure Divine Skills clashed, when the power of the attack reached the levels of Immortal Skill, all other tactics struggled to take effect.
What remained was a contest of all past foundations, a comparison of the superiority of Cultivation Techniques, and more so the competition of each individual's foundation.
Even between Immortal Skills, there were disparities, where in offensive prowess, the Immortal Sword surpassed the White Tiger Skill, and the Divine Mountain formed by scriptures was slowly being sliced open, unable to stop the sharp descent of the bright moon.
The dharma form of the White Tiger Skill cracked in an instant, an ancient pattern burst forth from the eyes, shattered upon the touch of the sword light, and the silver disc stained with a smear of earthy yellow, as if covered in a layer of thick grease.