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[You paid no heed to the battle raging in the heavens; the eight-sided sword in your hand unleashed a powerful, piercing aura capable of shattering gold and jade.]

[A powerful sword strike, employing the techniques of chess and swordsmanship, attacks with the foresight of the "Predictive Enemy."]

【The one who faces directly. 】

Unstoppable, inescapable, only death remains.

Many enemy soldiers died without ever knowing where that terrifying sword light came from.

[You unleashed your full power, unleashing devastating attacks, the results of which caused even Fan Li and Cao Jin, who were observing the entire battle, to adopt a solemn expression.]

They had no doubt that if you were allowed to continue killing, you could wipe out all the mid-level combatants in the army.

This is like dismantling the skeleton of an army!

Startled by Gong Si and Pei Qingyu, Xiang Che stopped his attack, stared intently at the two, and then suddenly realized what was happening.

A haughty, domineering smile curled at the corners of his lips, his eyes burning with an ever-increasing intensity of fighting spirit.

It seems they were also moved by their battle with Pang Hai, their passion ignited, and they couldn't help but start fighting themselves.

How wonderful...

Pang Hai was able to catch his breath for a moment, but his condition was extremely poor. He sealed himself with the ninth shackle and fell from the celestial realm.

[Not only was his strength affected, but he also suffered a backlash, sustaining severe injuries.]

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes gleaming with arrogance, and laughed wildly: "Hahaha, it seems you're not all of one mind after all."

【"No!"】

Xiang Che turned his head, his eyes, blazing with fighting spirit, locked onto him. His voice was low and deep, trembling with excitement.

"We are all heeding the call of violence, enjoying the thrill of battle. How can the four of us not be of one mind?"

Pang Hai looked astonished, remained silent for a moment, and then sighed, "If it weren't for the piles of white bones behind us, perhaps we could have fought you without any worries."

【"snort!"】

[Xiang Che scoffed coldly: "A battle is a battle. It should be fought without hesitation, with a determination to kill. How can there be any mercy?"]

Pang Hai smiled faintly, ignoring the conversation, even appearing indifferent.

Those who walk different paths cannot make plans together.

Some people simply enjoy the battle, but he always draws his sword out of unwavering resolve.

Pang Hai lowered his gaze to survey the vast, seemingly endless city of Xiangyang, its city walls stained with blood and littered with corpses.

His sword originated from the common people, from countless households.

[A steadfast commitment to resisting oppression, confronting injustice, and never yielding.]

He never fought any pointless battles, nor did he kill innocent and kind people.

Born into a corrupt and decadent era, yet still standing tall with pride, never considering compromise, much less compromising with its ways.

"This world... shouldn't be like this..."

Pang Hai withdrew his gaze, his eyes still filled with lingering resentment, unwillingness, and helplessness, which ultimately solidified into a resolute expression.

The battle between Gong Si and Pei Qingyu had already stirred up even more violent tendencies in Xiang Che.

The halberd, imbued with a domineering and awe-inspiring aura of solidified gold, crushed the void, trembling as it charged forward with overwhelming force.

Pang Hai placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, not drawing it to defend, but instead using the rarely employed technique of "non-attack" for defense.

The trajectory is unpredictable and circuitous, a perilous journey beneath the halberd that destroys everything.

Xiang Che relentlessly pursued his attack, becoming increasingly fierce, his domineering and unparalleled pressure surging forth like a monstrous wave.

"Draw your sword! Use your last bit of strength to fight me! Please me!"

Are you scared? Are you just running away like a weakling?

The questions rang out powerfully and resonated.

Despite his shrinking living space, Pang Hai remained calm and even gradually closed his eyes.

【"Um?"】

Xiang Che frowned slightly, his attacks growing increasingly ferocious, yet he still managed to force Pang Hai to evade them.

He sensed something was wrong; his innate combat instincts told him that danger was brewing around Pang Hai.

[He temporarily halted, the golden light around him receding and transforming into nine dragon-shaped phantoms that circled him, as he concentrated all his celestial power.]

The terrifying aura was so overwhelming that even space itself could barely contain it, causing it to shake and tremble, creating a bizarre and surreal visual spectacle.

"Xiang Che..."

Pang Hai called out softly, slowly opening his eyes. His gaze lacked wildness, unbridled spirit, arrogance, and majesty.

Only a faint, translucent light.

[This triggered Xiang Che's fighting instincts to a frenzy of crisis awareness, and an unprecedented sense of mortal danger enveloped and locked onto him.]

Pang Hai's hand, which had been resting on the Wushi Blade, gradually closed and gripped the hilt.

【Zheng…】

The sound of the sword wasn't earth-shattering, but it drifted on, growing ever more vast and ever more ordinary.

[Click!]

[A sound like shackles binding the body was heard.]

Xiang Che was puzzled, then horrified, his pupils contracting.

He was familiar with this sound; it was the sound of shattering shackles that required one to ascend to the Celestial Realm.

But Pang Hai was not breaking free; rather, he was rebinding himself from the shattered shackles.

His aura rapidly diminished.

Eight paths... six paths... three paths... one path...

Ultimately, they were reborn into the Six Realms Palace.

[It hasn't stopped yet!]

A chill ran through Xiang Che for the first time; he tried to stop it, but was powerless to do so.

Space seemed to freeze, and time stood still.

He could only watch helplessly as Pang Hai continued his descent from realm to realm.

[Five Realms of Destiny... Four Realms of Innate... Three Realms of Divine Observation... Two Realms of Vigorous Qi... One Realm of Body Tempering...]

【final……】

[Returning to the mortal world.]

[Clang!]

A gleaming longsword was drawn.

[There was no magnificent, dazzling sword light, no sharpness capable of destroying cities and shattering mountains, no chilling ruthlessness that extinguished life.]

[It was this seemingly ordinary, simple strike that seized Xiang Che's entire mind.]

[This caused him to overlook the battlefield, ignore the battle between the celestials and humans nearby, and gradually even forget his own inner thoughts.]

[Only that seemingly ordinary cut was truly shocking.]

The two seemed utterly abandoned by the world, severed and separated, leaving only the two of them and a knife.

[Pang Hai held the knife with the awkwardness of a beginner in his early days.]

【"unyielding."】

The word "plain" is used to describe it.

The sword fell.

Pang Hai defied fate and overturned the rules, causing the celestial beings to gradually return to the mortal realm, unleashing an indomitable blade.

At this moment, he must appear as a mortal...

The blade cleaves through the heavens!

This is what it means to be unyielding.

Everyone suddenly paused, a wave of emotion washing over them, indescribable feelings welling up within them.

That was the spirit of a mere mortal, yet determined to soar like an eagle in the sky, swim like a fish in shallow water, and let all things under the frosty sky compete freely, defying even the heavens in their lofty ambition.

At this moment, heaven and earth could all feel the weight of Pang Hai's single strike.

What do you foresee? A desolate feeling fills your heart, and your eyes cannot hide your sorrow.

The same applies to the soldiers in Xiangyang.

They realized that with his final strike, Pang Hai had etched his indomitable will into the hearts of humanity...

Xiang Che witnessed the blade slashing straight at him, clearly seeing the patterns on it.

[It was just an ordinary, everyday fall, yet he was powerless to resist it.]

An unprecedented threat of death surged through my heart, chilling my very soul.

He even possessed a divine and otherworldly power, dominating the entire world.

No one could understand the meaning of Pang Hai's fatal strike.

Because this sword conveys an indomitable will and demonstrates that even mortals can slay celestial beings.

He was the one who was beheaded, so naturally he couldn't understand it.

[Watching helplessly as the blade sliced ​​through the nine domineering and awe-inspiring, materialized dragon shapes, pierced the black armor, cut through the skin, and penetrated deep into the bone marrow...]

Ultimately, their indomitable will was broken.