Facing the attacks of the two evil generals, there was no pressure, and it was more than enough to cope. The long sword in his hand split into two, and the dual-sword style was unleashed. The battle had now become a weapon-based one, as the joint attacks of the two evil generals could not cause substantial damage, so he switched to weapon combat.
On one side was a large red and blue saber, and on the other was a blood-drop-shaped halo. Both sides knew the information about their weapons. With dual swords in hand, he constantly reacted, defending against all attacks, engaging in a fast-paced battle, evenly matched.
Outside the space, the ancient evil general fought by Shu Zi was not weak nor too strong. At least, judging by his aura, he had a sixty percent chance of winning. The evil general before him was a young man with an elegant appearance, holding a black fan. The fan had blades growing from it, and the entire fan was folded together.
"Attack, let me see how strong you are now."
"Very well, we never settled our score in that battle. Let's decide it here today."
Shu Zi recognized the evil general before him. In the great war of the Spiritual Realm thousands of years ago, they had fought, and they were mortal enemies. They were sealed before a winner could be decided, and today was the day for their decisive battle, the day to settle who was superior.
He gripped his long spear tightly, while Xie Qing, standing nearby, opened his fan. As the fan opened, scenes unfolded within it. Seeing these scenes stirred up immense rage, and Shu Zi, knowing the fan's abilities, became even more grim. He almost succumbed to the fury.
After calming down, his expression was still serious. He had almost been swayed by anger just now. Xie Qing's abilities largely came from the fan; the fan was essentially his main body. That fan possessed the ability to absorb the skills, martial arts, and even cultivation of those it killed, converting them into its own.
Using the fan was equivalent to using the techniques of other cultivators. This was why Xie Qing was an evil general. Firstly, his abilities were very powerful. Secondly, because the fan had absorbed the cultivation of too many cultivators, through the fan's sustenance, Xie Qing's cultivation also increased, reaching the level of an evil general.
Initially, Xie Qing was not an ancient evil general; he had climbed his way up step by step. He had worked hard to ascend, which aligned with the concept of life – life should constantly move forward; stagnation only leads to confusion.
After becoming an ancient evil general, to prevent the fan from continuing to kill beings in the Spiritual Realm, he personally fought against them. This continued until today, when a winner would finally be decided.
"I wonder how much of my cultivation and techniques will remain after I kill you."
He looked with greed.
"Today, you die."
The two voices spoke, and they attacked together. The fan was waved, and the blades on the fan shot out. As the blades flew out, they split into thousands of smaller blades, carrying sharp edges as they swept forth. Facing the blades before him, he wielded his long spear, moving like a dancing spirit.
His long spear blocked all the blades. There were simply too many blades to even get an attack in. This was his combat style; once he attacked, he would not give his opponent any chance to counter.
The fan was continuously waved, forming a whirlwind of blades that swept in from all directions, engulfing him. Facing this situation, he gathered energy in his long spear and swept it horizontally in a 360-degree arc.
The light of the spear blade shot out, a circular spear blade expanding outwards. After the spear blade dissipated, he returned to his calm state.
"Not bad, you've improved significantly. At least, I never saw this move thousands of years ago."
He offered a word of praise, but his actions did not stop.
The fan was continuously waved, and blades grew from it. This time, they were infused with flames, and fiery blades shot out. A fire dragon roared towards the heavens, a fire dragon composed purely of blades.
He gripped his long spear, charged it, and threw it. The long spear and the fire dragon collided, creating a massive explosion.
From the center of the explosion, Shu Zi leaped forward. The long spear descended, but just as he was about to succeed, how could he let his opponent have their way? He gripped the fan, and the surrounding space shifted, their positions changing.
The fan closed and then transformed into a long sword. The tip of the long sword thrust towards him, and he hastily turned his spear to meet it, the spear tip colliding with the sword tip.
Force met force, and they both retreated, evenly matched?
That's what one could think, but only they knew who held the upper hand, their expressions remaining unchanged.
In the battle waged by Ge Zi, the evil general was the Evil Spirit Sword. As its name suggested, the Evil Spirit Sword held the Evil Spirit Sword, surrounded by a pervasive sword energy. This evil general was not an ancient evil general but an evil spirit sword that had taken form. It was rare for Evil Spirit Swords, the standard weapon of the Evil Spirit race, to develop sentience, let alone one that had transformed into an entity.
It could be said that using the Evil Spirit Sword was equivalent to using oneself. The Evil Spirit Sword in hand could unleash over three hundred percent of its power. The long sword was raised slightly, and this action caused Ge Zi to raise the Divine Spirit Shield in front of him.
At some point, a sound emanated from the Divine Spirit Shield. He didn't know where the attack came from, but thankfully, it was blocked. The Divine Spirit Shield had a shallow sword mark; if this strike had landed even a moment later, things might have been dire.
Of course, they were also mortal enemies. It could be said that the formation of the Evil Spirit Sword's spirit was related to him, so this had to be resolved by Ge Zi.
"You've become much stronger."
The Evil Spirit Sword spoke slowly. The previous sword strike was the attack it had launched. The power unleashed by the Evil Spirit Sword in hand was terrifying; a moment's delay would have put the other party at a disadvantage.
There was no doubt that if the attack had hit the opponent, it would have been followed by fierce assaults without giving any opportunity.
If it was blocked, that was another matter. Now was not the time.
"You and I must settle this personally."
The Divine Spirit Sword was drawn from within the shield, emitting a phantom image. The Evil Spirit Sword also showed a flickering phantom image. Upon closer inspection, the two phantom images were ninety percent similar.
"I am the dark side of your swordsmanship. We'll at best be a draw; neither of us can defeat the other. Give up."
"I shouldn't have separated the dark side of my sword dao in pursuit of a higher realm back then. That's how you gained the advantage."
He spoke with a hint of sadness. The Evil Spirit Sword itself did not possess a spirit, nor did it typically produce one. The spirit before him was special.
The Evil Spirit race had the ability to assimilate. This included the Evil Spirit Sword; if it was tainted by even a trace of evil spirit aura, the Evil Spirit Sword could assimilate.
Thousands of years ago, individuals in the Spiritual Realm, in their pursuit of stronger swordsmanship and cultivation, had detached their dark sides. The dark swordsmanship was purged, leading to a righteous and upright path, and their swordsmanship improved significantly.
Originally, that dark swordsmanship was sealed somewhere. Who knew that the Evil Spirit Sword would happen to fall there, and cleverly be influenced and assimilated by the evil spirit aura? Subsequently, that side transformed into a spirit and coexisted with the Evil Spirit Sword.
In the other battlefields, the fights were against ancient evil generals. Only here was he fighting his other self.
The long swords moved, with identical movements and habits. This was normal; being his other self, his swordsmanship naturally resembled his own.
In the other three battlefields, the fighting was exceptionally fierce. This battle was destined to end with either an evil general or an evil general's death; whoever survived meant someone would disappear.
This was the price of protecting the world, requiring such resolve and self-sacrifice.
In the space, Xie Mo and Xie Po joined forces, but for a time, they could not suppress Chen Tian. This greatly surprised them; was this clone a little too powerful?