The Judgment Master swung his wrist, his longsword deflected the attack, and golden and purple light collided once again.
The two of them engaged in a fierce fight, their figures quickly interweaving in the void, so fast that it was invisible to the naked eye. All that could be seen was the interweaving golden and purple streaks of light, and the deafening sound of their collisions.
David’s chaotic power countered all attributes, and every impact eroded Judgment Venerable’s holy light, causing his spiritual power to drain faster.
However, the realm of Judgment Venerable was one level higher, his spiritual power was extremely profound, and his swordsmanship was exquisite. Every slash of the sword was aimed at David’s vital points, and every move was fatal.
With his agile movements and unpredictable nature of chaotic power, David constantly dodged and counterattacked.
Every time the flame sword hit Judgment Venerable, it left a burn wound, and David was also constantly hit by the holy light, resulting in more and more wounds on his body.
Golden blood flowed down his body, dripping into the void, turning into streaks of golden light that dissipated in the wind.
On the first day, the two fought from dawn until late at night.
The purple-gold light in the sky never stopped, and its roar shook the heavens and the earth. Within a radius of a hundred miles, life was destroyed, all vegetation withered, and only charred ruins remained.
Lang Hao, Yun Xi, and the others continued to watch from a distance, not daring to let their guard down in the slightest.
They felt both sadness and admiration for David, who, although covered in wounds, refused to give up.
Yunxi gripped the Ghost Sword tightly, several times trying to go forward to help, but was always stopped by Lang Hao.
“Don’t go. We’ll just hold David back. Trust him!”
In the middle of the dark night, high up in the sky, two figures were still engaged in a fierce battle.
The Arbiter’s holy light had dimmed considerably, his breathing had become rapid, and he had more and more wounds on his body, with golden blood staining most of his robes.
But his eyes remained sharp, and the long sword in his hand remained agile.
David’s chaotic power was greatly drained, his face was deathly pale, the wounds on his back and left ribs were already bloody and hideous, even the hand holding the sword was shaking slightly.
But his gaze remained firm, and the purple-gold flame continued to burn on the flame sword, showing no signs of extinguishing.
“David, you can’t hold on any longer. Surrender, and I will give you a quick death!”
The Arbiter’s voice sounded tired, but still full of pride.
David sneered, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and charged forward again.
“You want me to surrender? Only if I die!”
The fighting intensified on the second day.
The Arbiter no longer held back, activating the forbidden secret technique of the gods.
His body radiated holy light, his hair turned golden, his eyes turned golden, and his aura rose again, reaching the peak of the eighth rank of the True Immortal Realm.
The longsword in his hand turned into a beam of golden light, every strike containing forbidden power.
Space was torn apart by dark cracks, from which terrifying spatial turbulence radiated.
Seeing this, David no longer held back.
The power of chaos turned into a greyish-purple longsword, upon which flowed a strange and powerful spatial aura.
A purplish-gray long sword, infused with the power of space, slashed towards Judgment Venerable. Wherever the sword passed, space distorted, and time seemed to slow down.
The judge’s expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly swung his sword to parry.
The three beams of light—gold, purple, and gray—collided, releasing a shockwave that was even more powerful than before.
The crater that stretched for hundreds of miles expanded again, spurting lava and forming a small volcano, billowing black smoke that covered the sky.
The spectators in the distance were frightened by the terrifying battle.
Many cultivators couldn’t hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground, their bodies as cold as ice.
Lang Hao suffered from several new injuries, which he sustained as a result of the battle.
He stared at the sky intently, his eyes filled with worry.
“It’s been two days, and David’s chaotic power is almost exhausted. His Majesty the Judge is also suffering, but if this continues, David will eventually collapse.”
Yunxi remained silent, tears welling up in her eyes, but she still did not give up.
He knows that David fights for everyone.
All he could do was guard this place and prevent anyone from interfering with this ultimate battle.
The quarrel between the two continued until late the next night.
However, his movements became much slower, and his breathing grew weaker.
David’s chaotic power was almost exhausted, and none of the wounds on his body had completely healed.
Golden blood continued to drip from his body, and his figure swayed unsteadily in the void, but he still held the purplish-gray long sword tightly and did not fall.
The judge was no better luck.
The side effects of the forbidden technique began to appear. His body began to tremble slightly, the holy light dimmed to its lowest point, and the injuries on his body continued to worsen. Every swing of his sword cost a huge amount.
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Q: What is the primary event that unfolds in the chapter?
A: A powerful clash occurs between a fire dragon and a lightsaber, resulting in a devastating explosion and the formation of a massive crater.
Q: How do other cultivators react to the battle’s intensity?
A: Cultivators like Lang Hao and Yun Xi are pushed back by the shockwave, experiencing awe and fear at the immense power on display.
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