Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

Yan Shisan said nothing more, but slowly drew the long sword he was holding tightly in his arms.

With a sudden twist of his wrist, the previously restrained sword energy erupted instantly, and a dazzling blood rainbow surged from the tip of the sword.

"The Tenth Deadly Sword - Bloodbath the Sky!"

The sword's momentum transformed into a violent arc of light sweeping across the heavens, accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the air, slashing towards Mei Chuan Neiku.

Mei Chuan Neiku reacted extremely quickly, his samurai sword was drawn from its sheath with a "whoosh", the blade reflecting the sunlight and gleaming with a cold, eerie light.

"One-Sword Style - Slash of Dust!"

The sword was drawn in an instant; a white blade of light, too fast for the naked eye to see, slashed straight at the blood-red sword energy like lightning.

"Bang!"

The two forces collided, and the shockwaves swept outwards, causing the rocks on the mountaintop to tumble endlessly.

Yan Shisan and Mei Chuan Neiku each retreated a few steps, their first confrontation ending in a draw.

"Josei! You're not as amazing as I thought!"

Mei Chuan Neiku steadied himself, a hint of disdain on his face.

A cold sneer curled at the corner of Yan Shisan's lips:

"Ha! You think you can contend with me just because you took one of my sword strikes? You're far too naive."

"Baka! Well, watch closely!"

Provoked by Yan Shisan's words, Mei Chuan Neiku gripped his samurai sword tightly and slashed out again.

"One-sword style - breaking the mountain!"

A white blade of light slashed down heavily, carrying the pressure of Mount Tai crashing down.

Yan Shisan's expression remained unchanged. He twirled his longsword in a flourish and charged forward.

"The Eleventh Deadly Sword - Asura's Path!"

A crimson sword beam shot upwards and collided violently with the white blade beam.

The glint of swords clashed in the sunlight, the blinding cold light causing the onlookers to involuntarily squint.

At the same time, the cold light generated by the two fighting sent chills down the spines of the surrounding spectators.

Yan Shisan's sword strikes were all imbued with boundless killing intent, as if they came from a hellish purgatory.

Mei Chuan's blade is swift and decisive, each strike carrying an undeniable resolve.

The two exchanged blows in mid-air, their moves as fast as lightning.

The crisp sound of clashing weapons echoed incessantly, sending chills down one's spine.

"This can't go on."

Yan Shisan thought to himself, and seeing that victory was not an immediate possibility, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

"Sword Intent of Annihilation—Activate!"

The moment the words fell, all sound in the world vanished.

The sound of the wind, the distant cries of alarm... were all swallowed up by a deathly silence.

The longsword in Yan Shisan's hand no longer carried any killing intent; instead, it exuded a strange aura of the return of all things to stillness and the slumber of all laws.

The sword no longer glowed, but instead resembled a black hole, sucking in the surrounding light and turning it into a chilling darkness.

"The Twelfth Sword - Heaven and Earth Grieve Together!"

Clang!

A clear and melodious sword cry!

A dazzling yet melancholic sword light shot into the sky, tearing through the clouds.

The sword intent of all the cultivators in the entire Jiulin Mountain was stirred, and the longswords in their hands trembled spontaneously, emitting a "humming" sound, as if they were paying homage to a king.

"This is….."

Mei Chuan's pupils suddenly contracted, and a strong sense of crisis enveloped his entire body, making his scalp tingle.

"You bastard! You have sword intent, and I have saber intent! I can't possibly lose to you!"

He roared, and suddenly a gale arose around him, the howling hurricane carrying sand and gravel, which gradually merged into the samurai sword.

The blade shone brightly, and a sharp, hurricane-like blade intent spread out.

"One strike to finish them off!"

He concentrated all his strength into a single strike, causing the blade's energy to surge several feet high, carrying the power to shatter everything as it cleaved towards that desolate sword light.

The sword light and the blade aura clashed once more.

"Bang!"

After the loud bang, Mei Chuan Nei Ku was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

"Pfft~"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his clothes became tattered.

Although Yan Shisan also retreated dozens of steps, his chest heaving with blood and qi, he clearly had the upper hand.

"Baka! Baka! You've completely enraged me!"

Mei Chuan Nei Ku struggled to stand, his eyes bloodshot, like an enraged beast.

Yan Shisan stood with his sword drawn, coldly saying, "Enough with the nonsense, let's settle this with one move."

"Josei! Fine, I'll grant your wish, one move to decide the outcome!"

Before Mei Chuannei could finish speaking, Yan Shisan's aura of blood and energy had completely vanished, replaced by a deathly silence.

The world seemed to have been muted; the wind stopped, the spiritual energy solidified, and even the light slowly faded.

The vegetation on the mountaintop withered and turned to ash at a visible speed, and fine black cracks appeared on the ground.

The air became heavy and decaying, carrying a despairing sense of impending doom.

"The Fifteenth Sword - All Paths Return to Silence!"

He casually thrust out his sword, without a deafening roar, only a dark sword aura slowly spreading out.

Wherever it went, time and space seemed to decay, stand still, and perish.

Under the shroud of that desolate aura, Mei Chuanneiku calmed down.

His eyes were closed, his mind as still as an ancient, icy pool, undisturbed by a ripple.

Just as the sword intent of annihilation was about to devour him, he suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashing with a sharp light!

There were no unnecessary movements, only a clean and precise draw of the sword.

"Secret Technique - One Slash to Annihilate the Sky!"

The blade flashed, fast enough to transcend life and death, ruthless enough to leave no way out.

A pure white, lightning-like blade of light shot out from the sky, crisp, sharp, and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

The expressions of the cultivators watching from below the mountain peak changed drastically.

"Oh no! Run!"

"Mommy, those two attacks were terrifying!"

The onlookers, no longer caring about the spectacle, swarmed away and fled into the distance.

Nirvana is the end of everything.

The One-Sword Style is about slashing everything in one go.

But before the sword intent of annihilation that represents the end of all things, even the sharpest strike is nothing more than a dying struggle.

Darkness instantly swallowed the blade's light, dissipated its force, and crushed its intent.

That swift and deadly strike was swallowed up by the boundless silence before it could even create a ripple.

The annihilating sword energy traveled upwards along the blade, instantly engulfing Mei Chuan's entire body.

His body withered and turned ashen at a visible speed, his life force drained away and his soul extinguished.

Before it could even let out a scream, it plummeted from the sky with a crash.

boom!

It crashed onto the open ground atop the mountain and fell completely silent.

Mei Chuan was ruthless and ultimately defeated.

Yan Shisan stood leaning on his sword, the deathly sword intent around him slowly dissipating.

Forcibly wielding the fifteenth sword, which was not of this world, had already exhausted all his mental and physical energy.

His face was deathly pale, black blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his body trembled slightly.

The veins on his hand gripping the sword bulged, and he could barely hold onto the hilt.

His aura was weak and disordered, and he no longer possessed any of his peak combat power.

At the mountaintop, all the trees within a hundred feet radius had vanished, and the ground was cracked with several bottomless ravines.

Those cultivators who couldn't escape had already died silently, without even feeling a trace of pain.

The cultivators who had managed to escape looked back at the hellish mountain peak, their faces pale and their hearts still filled with lingering fear.

"Phew~ Mommy! You scared me to death..."

"This isn't watching a game! This is killing people!"

"From now on, I will never get involved in battles between cultivators of the Eternal Night Heaven again!"

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