"I can't imagine how you can turn the tables!" Jiang Junci said in a low voice, his gaze slightly sinking.

I said calmly, "The reversal is here!"

"Jun Jixue seeks guidance, to decide victory and defeat, to see life and death." Jun Jixue, who had suddenly appeared, stood a few meters away, looking at Jiang Junci. Although the Miao blade in his hand was not unsheathed, its momentum was already formed.

Man and blade, although not yet one, seemed to no longer fit within this space. The blade, still sheathed, seemed ready to cleave heaven and earth. What would happen when it was drawn?

Jiang Junci's gaze swept quickly over me and Jun Jixue, before he seemed to mutter to himself, "Kings cannot be humiliated. I only saw the Wolf King of Liangjie Tang, but I forgot that the Surveillance Division also has a king."

I dared to assert that Jun Jixue would come, not because the Black and White Impermanence had set a task, but because Jun Jixue was a true king.

Kings do not yield!

Kings are fearless!

Kings cannot be humiliated!

The most important part of Jiang Junci's plan was Jun Jixue.

The civil officials suppressed the Yin Division's secret order targeting Liangjie Tang. Before I received the reward for Zang Tianji, I would definitely be wary of the civil officials.

Jiang Junci wanted me to lower my guard, so he had to give me a suitable reason – and that "reason" was Jun Jixue.

He treated Jun Jixue as a pawn. How could Jun Jixue not be angry?

Jiang Junci's arm trembled slightly as he drew a patterned Burmese saber.

Miao blade!

Burmese saber!

Both are masterpieces of Eastern blades, and those who wield famous weapons must be masters.

In the next moment, the clang of the long blade being unsheathed echoed through the sky. All that remained in my vision was a flash of silver like lightning, and the sound of the blade whistling incessantly.

An instant later, the sound of the blade disappeared, but the light of the blade remained.

I could still feel Jun Jixue and Jiang Junci fighting fiercely in this space. Countless blade energies collided in the overwhelming cold light, and the mutual cancellation of the blade energies made the arena silent.

Jun Jixue and Jiang Junci were facing each other head-on. If either of them strayed even a fraction, they would be cut in half by the other's blade energy. Speed, eyesight, and even mentality had to be at their peak to prevail in such a fight.

At that time, I wondered if I could do the same if I were to replace Jun Jixue or Jiang Junci.

A duel between experts is a rare sight.

But I had no interest in watching their outcome. When I turned my head towards Ye Yang, his sword intent had reached its peak.

His duel with the White Bone Swordsman was about to erupt.

I reached for the hilt of my blade, but then pressed the curved blade back into its scabbard.

I felt that Ye Yang's sword intent had reached a certain critical point and could sublimate at any moment.

Ye Yang would not want me to interfere in his duel with the White Bone Swordsman.

The way of the sword is the swordsman's lifelong pursuit!

Even if they stand at the pinnacle of the sword for only a second, it is enough for the swordsman to pursue that moment of glory with his life.

I am a saber user, and my dictionary only contains victory and defeat, life and death. I cannot understand the realm of swordsmen.

However, I cannot stop Ye Yang's pursuit.

The sword is the ultimate expression of a swordsman's life.

But can I really watch Ye Yang die in front of me?

My hands clenched and released the hilt again and again.

The two sword intents had already begun to slowly advance towards their opponent.

If Jun Jixue and Jiang Junci's offensive was like colliding thunder, then the duel between Ye Yang and the White Bone Swordsman was like the clash of two torrents, surging and turbulent at first, then like ten thousand horses galloping, and finally, the collision would inevitably be earth-shattering.

"Lin Zhao! Ignore the coffin, retreat!" I flicked out my Soul-Chasing Rope, wrapped it around Lin Zhao's ankle, and threw him away. At that instant, the two sword intents finally collided.

In that instant, I seemed to see the collision and fighting of thousands of troops, countless figures, countless long swords, covering the sky and earth. Everywhere I looked, there were scenes of the two great swordsmen dueling with their swords.

Those figures in the sky were the validation of Ye Yang and the White Bone Swordsman's swordplay. They pushed their ultimate sword towards their opponent, which was equivalent to validating their own swordplay.

Each person delivers only one sword!

One sword is enough to determine victory and defeat, life and death!

I watched as figure after figure vanished in the sword light, as the two great swordsmen dueled in mid-air time and time again, my hands almost crushing the hilt of my blade.

The battle of sword intent is not a real fight, but it is more dangerous than a drawn-sword duel.

Once the sword intent is defeated by the opponent, the swordsman's spirit will also collapse. They will either become madmen or die on the spot.

As the number of figures decreased, my breathing became more and more rapid. The real collision was about to come!

The instant I gripped the hilt of my blade tightly, two angry roars rose into the air.

"Slaughter the City!"

The saber technique personally taught by Xie Bangui, the coffin keeper of the coffin door, reappeared in Jiang Junci's hands. Like a demon god, he controlled life and death, and with a clenched fist, he could turn countless heroes to ashes.

"Bestow Death!"

Jun Jixue's blade momentum was like the descent of the Heavenly Emperor, with majestic imperial power. The emperor bestowing death was a heavenly grace, which no one could defy, and one even had to kneel and thank him for it.

Divine might was like a prison!

Imperial might shook the heavens!

The two kinds of killing intent soared into the sky. Under the violent and unparalleled collision of the blade momentum, the barrier between the human world and the heavenly realm, between the Yin and Yang worlds, seemed to be torn apart by the blade. The roar of the gods and the wails of the ghosts shook the sky and the earth along with the sound of the blades.