"If it's a fight you want, then a fight you shall have!"
Chen Xiaoming's calm words echoed through the air. The silver staff in his hand swung forward, radiant silver brilliance interwoven with the traces of the Great Dao, tearing through the void as if piercing the very fabric of reality.
The shadow of the staff magnified continuously, as though it shattered an entire world with each motion. It carried the power of that world, the silver light cascading down upon the mortal realm, crashing toward the white-robed woman with unstoppable might.
Heaven and earth trembled. The ever-serene woman in white finally revealed a trace of emotion in her eyes.
With a flick of her celestial sword, a unique ripple of power emerged. She tapped her foot lightly, and behind her, the void unfolded.
"Buzz..."
Suspended in the void, the woman in white stood alone. One after another, celestial blossoms bloomed around her, each petal crystalline and radiant, drifting gracefully in the air, encircling her like an immortal tapestry.
"Boom!"
Her jade-like hands pressed downward, and each petal left behind an imprint of her enlightenment, shimmering with divine brilliance, translucent and resplendent.
"Swish, swish..."
Countless petals danced through the sky, illuminating the heavens with multicolored radiance. Streaks of divine light intertwined, surging toward Chen Xiaoming to engulf him entirely.
"With a single thought, the flowers bloom, and the world bows before me."
As he watched the celestial blossoms descend, Chen Xiaoming's gaze sharpened. Silver light surged forth, weaving into intricate Dao patterns. In an instant, an endless silver radiance enveloped the void, forming a vast net of the Great Dao, crashing down like an omnipotent decree.
One by one, the celestial blossoms were annihilated upon contact with the Dao-weaving net, dispersing into fragments that scattered into the void.
"Shua!"
The woman in white stood upon a celestial bloom, her robes billowing gracefully, resembling a deity exiled from the heavens. Her gaze remained tranquil as she looked up at the descending Dao-weaving net.
Amidst the cascading flower rain, each petal gleamed like an eternal imprint, marking her presence across the battlefield. She stood untainted and sacred, a flawless vision of ethereal beauty.
"Whoosh..."
A gentle breeze stirred. At a glance, the sky was filled with countless identical figures of the white-robed woman. It became impossible to distinguish the drifting petals from her myriad manifestations. Reality blurred—was she truly many, or was this an illusion?
The void trembled, suffused with an overwhelming aura of suppression, as if the end of the world had arrived.
Engulfed in silver radiance, Chen Xiaoming instantly sensed a terrifying killing intent permeating the air. As the petals and the countless figures pressed closer, an immense, suffocating sense of danger enveloped him.
For the first time, he encountered such a perilous situation. His expression grew solemn.
"Buzz..."
A resonant hum echoed through the void. The woman in white had multiplied into thousands, each wielding a celestial sword, all aimed at Chen Xiaoming. In the blink of an eye, he felt himself locked onto by an inescapable force.
When the heavens move to kill, stars shift from their course; When the earth moves to kill, dragons and serpents rise; When man moves to kill, heaven and earth are overturned.
With a mere flick of her sword, ten thousand sword lights streaked through the sky. The heavens seemed to collapse, the earth fractured, and the infinite void shattered under the overwhelming brilliance. Within the sword light, countless Dao runes intertwined, stirring the firmament itself as they descended.
"Holy hell! Who is this woman? She's terrifying!"
Chen Xiaoming was dumbfounded. Her strength was unfathomable—two consecutive killing moves had already forced him into a desperate situation. His Great Dao-weaving net was obliterated by the boundless sword radiance, and even the drifting petals carried a force capable of crushing his very being.
Fortunately, his body was imbued with silver radiance, placing him on the periphery of the void. This reduced the impact of the petals; otherwise, he would have been in dire straits.
"I have no choice—I'll have to use my bloodline."
A glint of determination flashed in Chen Xiaoming's eyes. Without hesitation, he unleashed the source of his Hollowheart Willow bloodline. In an instant, the silver light around him flickered, and the entire void seemed to freeze in place.
Behind him, the void was torn open, revealing an immense and boundless apparition. The shadow loomed over the heavens, vast beyond comprehension, as though the world itself could not contain it. A single drooping branch descended—upon it, a few willow strands swayed gently.
Brilliant silver light swept across ten thousand miles of sky. In a fleeting moment, the void collapsed, and the boundless sword radiance dissolved like melting snow beneath the silver glow.
"Buzz."
The willow strands swayed, intertwining with the laws of the Great Dao. From the void, massive silver chains extended, sealing off the heavens and the earth. The chains surged toward the woman in white, aiming to bind her completely.
Each chain radiated dazzling light, imbued with Dao runes. As they swept through the void, they ruptured entire pocket dimensions along their path.
"Gulp."
A severely injured young man watched in horror as the chains covered the sky. He was utterly dumbfounded. How could such an attack come from a mere youth? Even the elders of the dynasty's inner sect couldn't unleash such devastation!
He struggled to raise his ancient shield, barely withstanding the residual force. The void was sealed, and escape was impossible. All he could do was stare in awe.
"Hmph."
Her attack thwarted, the woman in white revealed a trace of surprise. Yet, as she lifted her gaze to the incoming chains, her expression remained unyielding. Celestial sword in hand, her eyes burned with an intent to cleave the heavens.
"Boom!"
Behind her, countless pocket dimensions manifested, emitting beams of dazzling light that fused into her being. Her celestial sword pulsed with divine radiance, surging with the power of the Great Dao as she met the oncoming chains head-on.
Though her attacks were shattered under the chains' might, the woman in white remained unshaken. Behind her, the azure sea roared, and a luminous moon slowly ascended. The tide murmured in an endless chant, carrying a trace of boundless serenity.
A second radiance bloomed—sea and sky became one, the heavens resembling polished sapphire, the waves a flawless mirror. Golden lotuses sprouted from the ocean's surface, each leaf adorned with dewdrops, exuding infinite vitality and divine brilliance.
A gentle breeze stirred the sacred sea. Lotuses swayed, bursting into bloom. An aura of chaotic energy spread forth.
Determination shone in the woman's eyes. As the moonlight cascaded down, she stood atop a golden lotus. The tides surged behind her, carrying her supreme power as she faced the descending chains.
Chen Xiaoming hesitated for only a moment upon witnessing the two divine manifestations behind her, but he did not halt his attack.
The chains shattered the void, relentlessly closing in. As the tides roared, golden lotuses bloomed, and the moonlight scattered, an infinite force resisted the advance of the chains.
"Break!"
Chen Xiaoming furrowed his brows. The silver light intensified, and in an instant, the chains pierced through everything. Just as they were about to bind the woman in white, a faint gray mist seeped from her body, swiftly adhering to the chains.
The chains trembled slightly, and in that moment, the woman in white flickered and evaded.
Chen Xiaoming was momentarily stunned. For an instant, he felt his own bloodline power being subtly drawn upon, his energy slightly stagnating.
The woman in white stood silently to the side, blood trickling from her lips. She gazed at Chen Xiaoming coldly, her expression both icy and resolute.
"Senior, please, subdue this demonic woman! The Yuhua Divine Dynasty will reward you generously!"
Hearing this, Chen Xiaoming froze. He turned, eyes scrutinizing the woman in white, especially the ghostly mask she wore. Suddenly, realization dawned upon him.
"Senior?"
The young man called out hesitantly, but Chen Xiaoming's gaze turned sharp. In the next instant, he struck downward.
Before the young man could even react, he was annihilated—body and soul.
"My mistake—I saved the wrong person!"
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