"Celestial Crimson Blade: Cleaving the World!"
"Blood Seeking Sword: Sunrise Blood."
BOOM!
The clash of two blades exploded. Wang Ling was using his everything and the Sword God was answering in kind. The two of them was not letting the other breathe or even take a split-second rest.
These two experts that had lived for millennia and reached the apex of their arts fought without any hesitation.
"Why are you going around posing as the Great Ancestor!? Who are you and who's the one behind all this!?" The Sword God asked as he and Wang Ling clashed blades.
Wang Ling received the sword and then slashed out with the ordinary sword, putting a distance between them. The light of his bloodline disappeared, but it didn't matter because it had done what it was meant to do, heal his injuries.
"What do you mean? I am not from that group!"
"You still lie!?" the Sword God dashed and got ready to cleave Wang Ling.