Song Tiandao was someone with an innate talent in saber wielding. He once fought Xiang Shaoyun evenly in the Devil Domain, proving the extraordinary strength he possessed. At present, he was cleanly killing a group of skeleton soldiers and remnant souls. His every move and application of energy seemed perfect.
He had always traveled alone, so there was nobody else with him. When he sensed the arrival of Xiang Shaoyun’s group, he looked at them. His gaze was akin to a sharp blade, making it hard for one to meet his eyes. Only a few of them were able to resist his gaze. The people around Xiang Shaoyun grew nervous. After all, the youth before them was giving them an extremely oppressive sensation.
“Brother Song, how have you been?” greeted Xiang Shaoyun with a friendly smile on his face.
The cold expression on Song Tiandao’s face softened somewhat as he said, “I’m glad to see that you’re still alive.”
“Haha, thank you for worrying about me,” said Xiang Shaoyun with a hearty laugh.
“That’s because I want a chance to get back at you for my defeat,” said Song Tiandao provocatively.
“If you think you can, bring it on!” said Xiang Shaoyun. He did not fear Song Tiandao. Rather, he was excited to have a good rival like this.
Song Tiandao was now a peak Great Saint, a step away from entering the pseudo-God Realm. As for Xiang Shaoyun, he was a third-stage pseudo-God. In terms of cultivation, he had surpassed Song Tiandao. In such a situation, how would he fear Song Tiandao?
Song Tiandao narrowed his eyes and said, “After I defeat that person, I’ll come looking for you.”
“Oh? There is actually someone worth so much of your focus?” asked Xiang Shaoyun in astonishment.
“It’s a very tricky opponent. If he decides to challenge you, I’m afraid you won’t be able to get rid of him either,” said Song Tiandao gloomily.
Immediately after, a wave of chill swept over from far away, causing everyone to shiver slightly. People at their cultivation level would not fear being cold, so something was most definitely different about this chill for it to cause them to react.
Xiang Shaoyun looked over and saw a snow-white figure walking toward them, one step at a time. The figure was clad in white, emanating an astonishing sword intent that seemed to permeate the heaven and earth.
At this time, Song Tiandao erupted with his saber intent. Looking at the incoming figure, he said, “I did not expect him to catch me this fast. What an annoying fellow.”
The newcomer was none other than Ximen Xue, the Northern Border’s number one sword saint. Only someone like him could emanate such an unstoppable frosty sword intent.
One saber and one sword, the two had long agreed to decide on a victor between them in the ancient battlefield. However, Song Tiandao was not ready to meet Ximen Xue yet. He wasn’t afraid of Ximen Xue, but he would rather wait until they left the battlefield to face Ximen Xue in his peak condition. Only then would he be able to fight without any inhibitions.
After all, a battle with Ximen Xue would cause him to drop from his peak condition regardless of the result and make him unable to face the aliens with his full strength.
“Ximen Xue, are you really in that much of a rush?” asked Song Tiandao.
“You only have one opportunity to swing your saber,” said Ximen Xue calmly. His silver hair drifted about in the air, giving him a cold and aloof look.
“I wanted to have a good fight with you after the Heaven Battling Ranking Competition, but since you’re so impatient, we’ll do it now,” said Song Tiandao. He took a deep breath, his face turning solemn.
Just as Song Tiandao was about to make a move, Xiang Shaoyun said, “I think you might need to delay your fight. A group of powerful aliens is coming.”
Sure enough, a large number of aliens immediately appeared.
“Capture all the humans, eat their flesh, and drink their blood,” shouted the leading alien with a crazed look.
Over 100 aliens and a large number of skeleton soldiers and remnant souls were in the group. Among them, there were several God Realm remnant souls under the aliens’ control. The group of aliens had a powerful average strength, with three of them being pseudo-Gods. Thus, it did not seem like they would have much of an issue killing Xiang Shaoyun and the others.
“I’ll deal with the strongest one. Deal with the others accordingly,” said Xiang Shaoyun as he flickered toward the aliens like a phantom.
As a third-stage pseudo-God, he had grown much stronger than when he was still a Great Saint. He threw his fists out repeatedly, unleashing a bombardment of punches powered by God Realm energy toward the sky. The skeleton soldiers were blasted apart, and some of the weaker aliens were instantly reduced into a mist of blood.
“Ximen Xue, we’ll fight after we leave the ancient battlefield. Let me kill these aliens to my heart’s content first,” said Song Tiandao as he lifted his saber and charged the aliens.
His saber was powerful, and each swing was extremely domineering. The projection of an azure dragon appeared alongside his swing and instantly shattered numerous skeleton soldiers.
Meanwhile, Ximen Xue stood silently while hugging his sword. Nobody knew what he was thinking, but his mere presence caused the temperature around him to drop. Suddenly, a God Realm soul charged him, sending a tyrannical palm toward his head. The strength behind the palm was enough to give any pseudo-God trouble. Right as the palm was about to land, Ximen Xue moved.
Whoosh!
His sword flashed out at an incredible speed, leaving a crack in the air as the remnant soul was instantly reduced into nothingness. Before anyone knew it, Ximen Xue’s sword had returned to its sheath as though it had never been drawn in the first place. The entire thing had happened so fast nobody could even see what he did. Most of those who had witnessed Ximen Xue’s sword were already dead.
“The humans actually have so many experts among them this time? Excellent. If I capture all of you, the blood seed will take form even faster,” muttered an old alien with a sneer on his face.
He then opened his mouth and swallowed the surrounding souls. His strength increased sharply, especially his soul power which had been pushed to an astonishing level. He was actually a soul devouring beast, a race known to be the royals of the numerous alien races. They had incomparably powerful talent and had incredible soul attacks. Even Gods would have a hard time against their soul attacks.
“Master, his soul power is terrifying,” said Gui Qi in alarm.
“In that case, we’ll kill him first,” said Xiang Shaoyun with a sharp gaze as dreadful flame pillars shot out of his palm toward the soul devouring beast.
