With a "clang," the longswords of both sides clashed, each rebounding backward.
The Sword Emperor's ancient sword suddenly came down like a broadsword cutting straight downward.
From afar, the Snow Mountain was bathed in a touch of morning glow. It was the dawn after everyone spent the night here.
The sun rose from below, yet the Sword Emperor's sword descended from above, suppressing the morning glow so much that the sun seemed unable to rise.
This was not mere power, for the suppression at the level of Imperial Realm Second Layer could not achieve such might; this was intent.
The final vertical stroke of this slash shatters the firmament and tears through the void.
The understanding of the sword had already been "examined." Now, it was about true combat strength, not only understanding the sword but also comprehending this world, this expanse of sky.
In the eyes of those involved, this was a sword that was impossible to evade, filled with law suppression.
