Deng Yuxiang dragged the long Night-slaying Great Saber, striding through the forest, accelerating with each step.

From the looks of it, was she intending to skip all the formalities and directly start the battle?

Liao Wushuang was naturally aware of the young woman's overwhelming intent to fight.

"Hmph." Liao Wushuang let out a cold laugh.

The ring-pommel saber, buried in the snow, suddenly flew up, and its handle landed precisely in its owner's palm.

Deng Yuxiang's aura was tumultuous, her high ponytail nearly horizontal in the air, as she stepped out of the Snow Forest.

Liao Wushuang, holding her saber, pointed it from afar at Deng Yuxiang, her eyes brimming with murderous intent and her ring-pommel saber buzzing.

At that moment, their gazes locked onto each other.

From each other's eyes, they understood the other's thoughts.

Battle?

Battle!

Amidst the exclamations of the crowd, the two, without a word exchanged, directly commenced a fight to the death!

"This... Isn't there going to be a greeting, or something to say?"

"What else is there to say? It's come down to either you die, or I live."

"Yes! One wants to break through the barriers ahead, the other wants to protect her own path. These two Jiang Realm Great Powers, although they might not have had grievances before, are now mortal enemies at this moment!"

"Isn't this a fight over the Divine Weapon Domain? How has it turned into personal animosity?"

"You, you're still too young! Our Beifeng Sect cultivates by relying on the saber to ascend."

"Which truly powerful North Wind Disciple isn't united with the blade in body, in heart, and ultimately, in spirit?"

"This battle will surely result in one of the sabers shattering! Think about it, what will be the consequences for the loser?"

"Hiss..." The younger North Wind Believers sucked in a breath of cold air.

Turning their heads to view the battlefield again, they saw a gale sweeping across.

Deng Yuxiang had just emerged from the Snow Forest, having traveled barely twenty to thirty meters, her momentum sky-high when a tornado spontaneously arose.

In the center of the arena, Liao Wushuang's face was ice-cold as she reached out her hand.

Waves of energy churned around her palm.

North Wind Divine Skill·North Wind Roar!

During sparring among North Wind Disciples, it is an unwritten rule not to use tornadoes.

Of course, now it was a deathmatch, and such crap rules did not apply.

Liao Wushuang's attitude was consistent as ever: even when a hawk strikes a rabbit, it uses its full force!

You want to build up momentum?

You want to press the attack?

Dream on!

Just as in the past several months, Liao Wushuang had thrice challenged Deng Yuxiang!

In the sparring arena, she seemed to show mercy.

But her suppression was done with all her might.

She mercilessly crushed this young and ambitious contender for "power and influence."

Again and again, she trampled and shattered the other's ambitious heart!

Or perhaps, in Liao Wushuang's eyes, what the other harbored was not ambition but rather wild ambition!

Should Liao Wushuang, as a senior with a distinguished identity and eminent status, act this way?

She did indeed.

People have different characters, different environments, and thus, different choices.

Liao Wushuang was born in the mid-1970s. She had witnessed the very beginning of the God Demon's descent on earth during her childhood.

It was chaos the likes of which later generations could not imagine.

It was the dark age when countless people were displaced and barely clinging to life.

To survive,

people did whatever they had to.

The so-called life creed was reinforced repeatedly through fights for food, for survival.

At the age of seventeen, Liao Wushuang was lucky enough to receive divine pity.

Strictly speaking, her natural talents and abilities were not quite sufficient.

But in that era, when the gods urgently needed more worshiper resources to consolidate their rule, she was fortunate enough to mix into the North Wind camp.

But waiting for her was the fate shared by most North Wind Believers.

The fate of cannon fodder.

She was placed into a veritable suicide squad and sent into the Demon Caves at the deities' feet, to the frontlines to "plug holes."

It is known that the Demon Caves at the feet of the gods are managed by themselves and their sect's numerous disciples.

Thus,

surviving remained Liao Wushuang's life creed.

It did not change due to the shift in her status.

She struggled to persist in the heaps of dead in the human realm, only to end up struggling for her life in the seas of blood and mountains of corpses within the Demon Cave's depths.

But she survived.

Again and again, she survived and climbed her way out.

It was a choice of will, and it was also the favor of destiny.

The human realm's conflicts eventually calmed.

Yet the flames of war in the depths of the Demon Cave never ceased.

Throughout the endless years of war, on the battlefield interwoven with life and death, Liao Wushuang understood a truth:

To win,

is to live!

To lose,

is to die!

This was a concept equated.

I want to live.

I want to stay alive!

I will definitely live!

Therefore...

"Whoosh!!"

One tornado after another arose, lifting the ground's frost and snow into terrifying Snow Tornadoes.

Deng Yuxiang, wrapped in gusts, rapidly moved and dodged continuously.

The momentum she had accumulated was forcibly interrupted.

Amidst her awkward dodging, between the gaps of two Snow Tornadoes, Deng Yuxiang's bright and beautiful eyes met Liao Wushuang's ruthless gaze.

Their sights intertwined.

Liao Wushuang's killing intent surged!

At twenty-two, the younger generation, a third-stage in the Jiang Realm!

She was without a doubt a Heavenly Pride of the Human Clan, with a terrifying talent far surpassing the ordinary believer!

Deng Yuxiang, a proud and radiant young person, enviable by all and igniting a burning jealousy.

In the future, Deng Yuxiang was bound to be an existence she had to look up to!

Therefore, in this battle, she must die!

Just to shatter the Night-slaying Great Saber?

No!

After all, the saber is cultivated by the person wielding it.

The Night-slaying Great Saber could be shattered three times, ten times, a hundred times!

As long as Deng Yuxiang was still there, as long as her spirit was intact, as long as she remained proud and moving forward...

Then maybe one day, she would appear before her, holding the next Night-slaying Great Saber.

At that time, would she spare me?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

How could I possibly bet on it?

And how could I possibly put my life in her hands?

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh..."

Liao Wushuang flung her arm fiercely, sending no fewer than 16 Wind Blades piercing forward.

At the same time, gusts churned around her.

Liao Wushuang, with winds swirling at her feet, quickly darted towards the distance.

Sure enough, a tornado began to spin, picking up the ground's accumulated snow, forming another terrifying Snow Tornado.

North Wind Believers possess exceptional hearing, all heard the sound of weapon clashes.

16 Wind Blades, with an overwhelming presence, were showered upon Deng Yuxiang.

Another 16 Wind Blades met them head-on.

It was a collision of titanic forces!

Amidst the "ding ding dang dang" noises, Snow Tornadoes spread out over the arena.

The battle between Jiang Realm Great Powers truly decimated the earth and sky.

Frost and snow danced through the air, and gales roared across the battlefield.

Those outside the arena could scarcely see what was happening within.

Deng Yuxiang clenched his fists.

The layers of wind and snow driving towards the forest even made it difficult for him to open his eyes.

He tried hard to discern something, but it was futile.

Bai Manni shielded her face with one hand, praying quietly in her heart, unable to do anything more.

Let alone the red sash or Caster believers, even the North Wind Believers watching from the sidelines, could hardly discern the movements of the two great powers of the Human Clan.

North Wind Divine Skill·Wind Listening, indeed allows one to hear the voice of the wind.

But the battlefield was too chaotic, the information too complex; without true power, it was difficult to pinpoint their locations.

Lu Ran locked on!

He did not possess the Beifeng Sect's Wind Listening, but he had the Evil Dog Clan's Evil Sense!

"So... so fast!"

Lu Ran stood at the edge of the Snow Forest, his expression grave.

Since the fight began, his heart gradually sank to the depths.

Liao Wushuang, truly a soldier tempered in the depths of the Demon Cave, in the throes of war!

Ordinary Human Clan believers mostly come from battles on nights of the fifteenth, from city defense missions.

The difference was clear!

Such fast sabers, such ferocity.

After all this time, not a single superfluous movement.

All were critical, each strike lethal!

"Crack!"

Lu Ran slightly tilted his head, straining to listen.

The two were engaged in close-combat with blades.

The sound just now was likely the noise of a blade being notched by a strike.

Lu Ran's expression subtly shifted.

You can't beat her head-on, Big Nightmare!

The opponent's ring-pommel saber is of a higher Grade than the Night-slaying Great Saber.

In the distant Snow Forest, Hu Jiaojiao's expression was full of reluctance.

Being a Jiang Realm Great Power herself, she naturally also heard something.

"Grandfather, why doesn't Yuxiang just surrender?" Hu Jiaojiao quietly inquired.

Beside her stood an elderly man towering and stately, though his hair was silver-white, his spirit fierce and vigorous.

If Lu Ran saw this old man, he likely would see him as a domineering, heavy, Green Dragon Yanyue Blade.

The old man, his eyes closed, his face expressionless, spoke softly, "Jiaojiao, there is a type of person in this world.

They would rather die than submit."

Hu Jiaojiao's expression was complicated. She parted her lips to say something but suddenly looked upwards.

From this one movement alone, the disparity in strength among the onlookers was evident.

The majority of North Wind Disciples watching had no reaction.

But Lu Ran, who looked up immediately, saw in the high sky, two figures fiercely fighting.

"Ding! Ding! Ding..."

The frost and snow filled the battlefield, still falling to the ground, while the heavens above were clear.

The two North Wind Great Powers fought on even ground in the sky, and the battlefield reached a delicate balance.

Thirty-two Wind Blades divided into two groups.

One group attacked Liao Wushuang, and the other aimed to kill Deng Yuxiang.

Deng Yuxiang wielded the Night-slaying Great Saber with both hands, it wrapped in potent Divine Power, swinging wildly, cleaving the surrounding Wind Blades.

Liao Wushuang held the ring-pommel saber with one hand, her movements extremely straightforward, her offensive incredibly swift.

Lu Ran's eyes widened!

Such straightforward cutting.

Such efficient killing!

With absolute dominating force, Liao Wushuang casually dealt with the crises on her path, flying straight towards Deng Yuxiang!

Behind her, a group of Wind Blades followed.

Liao Wushuang didn't care!

The buzzing ring-pommel saber in her hand drew out a long saber mark from its tip.

North Wind Divine Skill·Residual Wind Trace!

This skill, claimed to be the best single-target assassination technique below River Grade.

And Jiang Grade·Residual Wind Trace, though not the first, was absolutely among the top tier!

"Come on, youngster."

Liao Wushuang's voice was hoarse, chilling to the bone.

Her white hair fluttered with the wind, revealing her eyes filled with astonishing murderous intent.

Deng Yuxiang's eyes narrowed!

She couldn't confront her strength head on!

Disregarding everything else, she flicked her fingers, and a tornado burst forth in front of her.

At the same time, Deng Yuxiang rapidly plummeted diagonally downwards.

"Ding! Ding! Ding..."

"Crack!"

In just an instant, Deng Yuxiang, forced to change her moves and cast a spell, was stabbed in her waist, back, shoulder, and neck in quick succession by Wind Blades.

The Shattering Wind Armor she wore, from the North Wind Sect, shattered loudly.

No matter, Deng Yuxiang still had the Human Clan believers' Universal Skill: Water Flow Armor.

But the issue was, one blow after another, the astonishingly powerful Jiang Grade·Wind Blades stabbing and slashing at Deng Yuxiang, also disrupted her flying speed and trajectory.

"Whoosh!!"

A tornado suddenly rose, swallowing Deng Yuxiang's slender figure.

Liao Wushuang firmly seized the fleeting opportunity!

She entered the fray, stabbing her saber into the storm.

Her voice grew even colder and more hoarse, as if harboring tens of thousands of Dead Souls within her body, echoing out with her:

"Come on, youngster!"

This path of survival was destined to be lined with bones.

I've lived for more than forty years.

Lord Beifeng threw me into the Demon Cave, where I struggled to survive for nearly thirty years...

They died.

I lived!

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