[Sword, come!]
[Found the reason Jun Bai abandoned the sword for the spear—what a "no one guarding my back." If Zhongli heard you say that, he'd beat you, you know?]
[Zhongli himself is in the wrong—don't forget how Jun Bai's first Nirvana happened.]
[Now someone continues to guard your back. Second Brother's words are full of security.]
Jun Bai and Jun Mo Li stood shoulder to shoulder. Scarlet Sky and Soaring Firmament were each held in hand, their blades flashing with crimson and blue-white light.
"Such a long-lost feeling." Jun Mo Li smiled, then looked at Scarlet Sky. "Scarlet Shadow, and my sword?"
"There wasn't room for four swords at your tomb, so Mountain Severer and the light sword you used—I used them as recasting materials for Scarlet Shadow." Jun Bai had no intention of hiding it.
"Then you better treat this sword well." Jun Mo Li laughed.
"I don't need you to tell me." Jun Bai raised the sword and flourished a sword flower.
At this moment, the ground shattered. Qingyuan burst out from the earth, face twisted ferociously as he launched an attack at the two brothers.
Jun Bai and Jun Mo Li dodged to left and right, evading Qingyuan's sneak attack, then continued their conversation.
"I heard everything you said." Jun Mo Li sidestepped, avoiding Qingyuan's strike.
"I know. The moment you said I became Marshal, I already knew you heard." Jun Bai countered with a slash at Qingyuan—sparks flew from the black scales as Qingyuan was sent rolling on the ground.
"Then that saves me the trouble of explaining." Jun Mo Li kicked Qingyuan aside and came before Jun Bai.
[Haha, the two brothers chatting while beating up Qingyuan—love it.]
[Qingyuan: Am I just part of your play? Jun Bai/Second Brother: What else did you think?]
"You said the storyteller's tale made my experiences quite legendary?"
"That should be called fantastical."
"No difference. Did the storyteller give names to my techniques? I feel like my technique names are a bit lacking."
[Second Brother, why don't you make a move first? Let us see your moves, then we'll brainstorm names for you.]
[Better not brainstorm—I can already imagine the water friends coming up with a bunch of abstract names.]
"I don't know. I didn't listen to the end."
"Then I'll just use the old names."
Jun Mo Li raised Soaring Firmament, sword tip pointing at Qingyuan: "Chi, I'm here to take revenge for myself."
Qingyuan's face twisted ferociously. Sharp horns grew from his head, black scales spreading to his face: "I said—you haven't won yet!"
A massive amount of black mist surged from Qingyuan's body, intent on devouring everything.
"The Dream authority is ineffective against us now."
"So this is just futile effort."
Jun Mo Li and Jun Bai assumed the same opening stance.
"Third Brother, if Big Brother were here at this moment…"
"Ah, he would definitely say—"
"I'm about to go berserk—try to stop me!" ×2
[Hm? This line? Does your big brother like red, achieve sainthood through the flesh, and have the nickname King?]
[This feeling… Strong Dragon Transformation! The strongest brave in history! Beast Electric Squadron, Kyoryuger!]
[I see who had the ability to be the big brother of the Nirvana God and Qingce Sword Immortal—it was the brave one with fangs!]
As the words fell, they simultaneously flanked Qingyuan from left and right. The surrounding black mist was as nothing to the two.
With his only usable authority ineffective, all Qingyuan could rely on was his physical body—just like when he faced Morax back then.
"In the end, this is all you can do?" Qingyuan roared, swinging a fist at Jun Mo Li.
Just like three thousand years ago, in the final decisive battle, Qingyuan chose Jun Mo Li as his primary target.
Jun Mo Li sidestepped the punch, then swept Soaring Firmament horizontally, slashing across Qingyuan's waist.
Sword light flashed—a bloody gash appeared on Qingyuan's waist. Though it healed in the next instant, Qingyuan was still easily wounded by the number one sword in the world—just like three thousand years ago.
[My god, Chi's recovery is basically self-regenerating spring water.]
[The point isn't Second Brother splitting Chi's scales with one slash?]
Qingyuan turned—Jun Bai appeared before him, Scarlet Sky slashing down.
Sparks exploded. Scales fell from Qingyuan's chest. Yet Qingyuan's eyes were bloodshot—he ignored the wound, formed his hand into a claw, and struck toward Jun Bai's heart.
The sword edge drew a graceful arc. Soaring Firmament's swift, sharp blade blocked the claw strike.
Jun Mo Li pushed Qingyuan's palm away, then delivered a rapid slash to Qingyuan's chest.
Qingyuan staggered back several steps before steadying himself. Jun Mo Li and Jun Bai delivered simultaneous front kicks to the two wounds on Qingyuan's chest, sending him flying.
[One kick sends him flying two li.]
[Jun Bai, Jun Mo Li: Chi, this is our hot-blooded combo technique—take it!]
[This performance doesn't match the oppressive presence from his entrance.]
[Chi's entrance had that little oppressive presence—it got covered by Jun Bai's special effects in one second, and even that presence Qingyuan couldn't show.]
Qingyuan crashed into the mountain wall with a roar, struggling free from it.
But Jun Bai and Jun Mo Li dashed forward in an instant, appearing before Qingyuan. They gripped Scarlet Sky and Soaring Firmament together. In a flash, sword shadows flew—continuous slashes landed on Qingyuan's scales.
Scales were part of a god's body—defense unquestionable.
Yet under the high-frequency slashes of two famous swords, scales shattered and fell one after another. Qingyuan was pinned against the wall, unable to resist.
"Breaking Cascade!"
Jun Mo Li shouted fiercely. The sword blade became impossible for the naked eye to capture.
Pfft—
A large amount of pitch-black blood sprayed from Qingyuan's chest. This slash directly prevented Qingyuan from suppressing the wound.
"Phoenix Whirl Slash!"
Jun Bai flipped his wrist. Scarlet Sky's blade snapped, turning into a chain sword that coiled around Qingyuan's body.
The next moment, Jun Bai jerked his wrist forcefully. Scarlet Sky's blade retracted, carving wounds across Qingyuan's body while flinging him aside.
Qingyuan barely managed to half-crouch and rise.
But Jun Mo Li appeared before him like a phantom.
"Mountain Severer!"
Soaring Firmament's blade grew larger in Qingyuan's eyes, then transformed into a towering mountain crashing down on him.
Qingyuan was sent flying like a cannonball, smashing through hills along the way without slowing.
[Second Brother is insanely strong!]
[Now I understand where Tian the storyteller's fantastical flavor for the Qingce Sword Immortal came from—Second Brother's combat power itself is fantastical!]
[If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I couldn't imagine this is a mortal.]
[You can tell Second Brother's swordsmanship is truly masterful. Every strike deals effective damage, and his hand speed and power when swinging the sword are beyond ordinary comprehension.]
Finally, Qingyuan stopped. He raised his head. In his blurred vision, the sword-wielding Jun Mo Li approached him step by step.
His body trembled unconsciously—and he himself didn't even realize it.
This was the number one swordsman in the world for three thousand years—the Qingce Sword Immortal, Jun Mo Li.