"Stormqueller! Lend me your blade!"0

As Baili Gucheng’s voice rang out, he swung his hand, hurling his intricate sheathed sword high into the air.0

Ye Beizhi was momentarily stunned by the call, but in the next instant, he threw his Tang blade. The blade traced an arc across most of the square, spiraling toward the airborne sword!0

Ah San and Yi Anzhi stared in awe at the legendary weapons flying above them. They were unsure of Baili Gucheng’s intentions, yet sensing a growing unease crept into their hearts.0

The sword’s ascent slowed as it reached its highest point and began to fall. Just then… a Tang blade appeared as a cold streak cutting through the sky. Its blade precisely sliced across the hilt of the intricate sword!0

Ding!0

A crisp, resonant sound echoed from within everyone’s hearts, and the entire square fell silent, with only this sound lingering in their ears, lingering endlessly.0

The thick chain at the sword’s hilt broke with a snap, its segments scattering and glinting in the sunlight.0

Struck by the Tang blade, the intricate sword spun in the air, its blade and scabbard separating in an instant. A dragon’s roar echoed across the sky, and a blinding light burst forth.0

Everyone in the square was dazzled. Unable to look directly, they instinctively lowered their heads and shielded themselves.0

Ah San and Yi Anzhi were visibly horrified. When the light faded and they looked up again, they saw Baili Gucheng still standing in place, but now with an unsheathed sword at his feet, tilted and embedded in the ground.0

This sword shimmered with radiant light, and its blade seemed to hold flickering images of insects, birds, beasts, streams, and clouds, as if it contained a whole living world within.0

Baili Gucheng took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling. The storm of sword qi that raged around him had never been so calm before. It flowed gently as if it were about to settle.0

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