In the center of the battlefield lies the completely shattered body of the Cangbei Green Dragon.

Dragon scales scattered, dragon bones broken, dragon meat flying everywhere, the massive dragon head completely separated from its body. This strike from above has defied many people's understanding; it was a true ancient divine artifact.

The massive sword form vanished, the Eight-Faced Han Sword was a pillar sword from the Ancient Cave Heaven, handed down from an ancient city that disappeared countless years ago, its status on par with the Ocean Stabilizing Needle. Ever since the collapse of the Cave Heaven, the sword's whereabouts remain unknown.

Even records of this pillar sword are sparse, yet no one expected it would reappear in Liu Xianzi's hands, and in such a dramatic fashion.

This sword is not merely a pure numerical crush, it conceals a sword force said to be capable of destroying heavens and obliterating earth. Rumors say it was once the weapon of a Human Emperor, but no one expected Liu Tangxi could wield it.

The Cangbei Green Dragon, which had finally been resurrected with soul and life, perished again within mere breaths, its death even more tragic than during its tribulation years ago.

The enormous dragon head was already completely twisted and deformed, the sapphire-like Dragon Spitting Pearl that had been swallowed rolled out of its mouth, still covered in blood, and the pearl shattered on the ground after it rolled out, bearing cracks.

The figures of Xuan Hezi and Xuan Jiuzi finally appeared.

The latter was bleeding from the mouth and nose, even though the direct hit missed them, the overwhelming pressure, impact force, and sword intent forced him to give his all, breaking the dragon corpse and dragon ball in his hands.

Not only that, another magic treasure appeared in his hands, looking somewhat absurd, resembling a tortoise shell, cracked all over, seemingly used to save his life by any means possible.

Xuan Hezi's condition seemed slightly better; he followed the path of body cultivation, though not bleeding from his mouth and nose, he could barely stand firm, yet his hands like dried tree bark were trembling uncontrollably.

The knife in his hands had already shattered into pieces, so he could only draw another divine weapon to barely support his body, eyes dim, as if he might collapse at any moment.

The power of the strike was terrifying; all three magic treasures were completely destroyed.

But...

Clang!

Liu Tangxi's sword qi was still unstopped.

"Old Nine, Sumeru Ruler, hurry!"

He almost shouted in a low roar, but the Seventh Elder still stepped forward, raised his weapon, and forcefully took a hit.

Backed up two steps.

Each sword strike carried astonishing force; if other cultivators faced this sword's summon, not to mention spiritual energy, even their divine soul would be sucked dry.

Only Liu Tangxi remained unchanged, looking from afar like nothing happened, and continued to step forward while swinging her sword.

One sword, two swords, three swords...

No technique, no variation, each sword struck at their hearts, each sword barely blocked by the Seventh Elder, yet his body involuntarily backed up a few steps, and cracks started appearing on the second weapon in his hands.

This was a showdown between masters, competing not just in strength and foundation, but in the accumulation over many years, so to speak.

On site, amidst all this shattered ruins, there was not one below Earth Rank, worthy of being called family treasures in any normal faction, but in their hands, they were like disposable trash.

Slash!

Each sword qi stirred up a hundred-meter wave, as if tearing this land asunder, relentlessly attacking for a whole half a quarter with no pause, even the mountain behind was almost cleaved in half from the sword qi!

Anyone seeing this scene would have one thought flash through their mind.

Suffocation.

Just watching made their breath stop, not just the Joyful Sect experts hiding nearby, even the elderly Old Biden in the distance couldn't help but twitch his eyelids.

No one could guarantee survival under such terrifying pressure.

The battlefield, barely cleared of dust moments ago, was once again shrouded, becoming almost blurred, yet Liu Tangxi's raised hand did not stop; she waited.

Boom!

Boom!

Intently feeling the changes in the smoke, as she raised her sword again, her beautiful eyes flashed suddenly.

Immediately she dashed forward, with a speed almost beyond capture by the naked eye.

"Ahhhh!"

"Go, go!"

The old man's wretched cries and fearful shouts almost sounded simultaneously, accompanied by the nearly invincible sword light mercilessly skimming through their bodies...

On a distant hill, two tall strong men just gaped at the almost insane scene, a fight that could overturn their understanding.

Now he finally understood why everyone's expression changed upon hearing his senior sister's name; if their face didn't change, it meant they'd never seen his senior sister in action.

He still remembered three years ago, when he asked his senior sister for a magic treasure as a meeting gift, she hesitated for a while, finally deciding to give him her Lifebound Magical Treasure.

He didn't understand before why she said any item in her possession was beyond his control, only her Tangxi Sword shouldn't resist him.

Now he understood.

Let alone the Nascent Soul, even at Divinity Transformation, none of his senior sister's belongings could be wielded by him.

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