948, Where is Han Muye?

Sword light slashed down, the Flowing Light on the high platform exploded, and the wind and clouds surged violently.

Two three-foot-long swords invoked the intersecting power of the origin great Dao around them, causing the spectators below to feel a vibration of their souls, their eyes barely keeping up.

This was the way of the sword, vastly different from the open and close combat of fists and feet seen before.

"Clang."

"Clang."

The collision of swords, ignited by the origin power, exuded azure, red, and icy coldness, making the cultivators in the stands feel a chill throughout their bodies.

"Within the Prime Origin Realm, both of these individuals are absolutely powerful."

Watching the sword light, someone muttered in awe.

"That's natural, with such sword methods, it shouldn't be difficult to earn a merit token in the battle for Heaven's mandate."

Someone observed the two sword lights, a flicker of intent visible in their eyes.