Yu Xuan and the Young Heavenly God clashed again and again.
Each collision tore through the skies, birthing a radiance so intense that, all that existed was light.
The brilliance devoured sky — yet for those witnessing it, the truth behind the light was visible: two figures, locked in a struggle.
Yu Xuan's spear struck relentlessly, each movement precise and devastating.
The Young Heavenly God, however, wielded countless divine weapons, his every motion imbued with impossible coordination.
Spears, blades, hammers, scythes, staffs and many weapons danced in the air, so perfectly synchronized that it seemed an army of gods fought in unison against a single man.
Yet Yu Xuan stood undaunted.
His spear moved with frightening speed, intercepting every weapon that came his way.
Sparks and divine fires erupted with every collision.
