Emperor Taixu was no swordmaster. His strengths lay in other realms and his power was both frightening and oppressive.
Luckily this being was only an illusion and not the real thing. So long as they worked together, Liu Sumeng had no doubt that he and Xuelan could take this monstrosity down.
But before Liu Sumeng was about to jump into the fray, a hand clasped at his sleeves. Yuan Xuelan spoke with determination, "Let me face him. Please."
"..." Liu Sumeng was painfully against it at first, but when he saw the deep intensity in Yuan Xuelan's eyes a part of him understood that this battle was incredibly important for the younger. "Okay."
The Ivory Sword Saint stepped forward first before anchoring down not far from where Yuan Xuelan stood. Xianlong glowed blue in his hand, pulsing with divine power, ready to be unleashed.
He steadied himself and drew in a long breath.
All it took was an arcing slash downward.
