The remote valley was sparsely populated, and above it, a brilliant white light shone, dazzling like the sun. Accompanied by waves of energy, two spheres of light quickly collided.

In an instant, a blanket of white light spread across the sky, illuminating a hundred miles around. Night turned to noon in a flash, the light and heat intense.

The wind howled fiercely, as a wave of energy, like a monstrous tide, crashed down. In an instant, grass and trees were uprooted, or brutally snapped in half.

A great soundless impact made all living creatures below seem deaf, unable to hear any sound.

Wave after wave of energy clashed, while above, two figures collided and separated, their movements so rapid they exchanged hundreds or thousands of blows with each breath.

Jiang Xi looked up at the sky, her heart filled with complex emotions. If this had happened two months ago, she would have been desperate for Zhao Hao to die, and seized the chance to escape.

But now, worry filled her heart as she looked at the scattered remnants of rice stalks in the valley, the wooden huts and courtyards vanished without a trace. The past truly only existed in memory.

"No matter what kind of person you are, you are the child’s father. I hope you live." Jiang Xi never thought she would be so concerned about Zhao Hao.

"Divine Elephant Prison Suppression! All evil shall bow!" Wang Xuan’s blood and energy burned, crossing a hundred miles per second, faster than Zhao Hao, his fist descending with a shattering force.

Wang Xuan seemed like a divine elephant, a roar that shook all beings, his entire form a pillar upholding the sky, his strength incomparably focused.

"Kill!" Zhao Hao’s flesh body was equally formidable, transforming into a sharp sword to thrust forward. Though the skin of his hand was already torn, he paid it no mind, clashing with Wang Xuan once again.

Either of their strikes could easily kill a Peak of Earth Immortal, and even mid-to-late Pure Yang had to confront them with full effort.

Boom!

The instant they collided, both flew backwards until they forcibly stopped ten miles away, their bodies covered in fist marks, palm prints, and footprints.

An evenly matched battle, neither could gain the upper hand. Wang Xuan panted heavily, while Zhao Hao was also overly exhausted; yet, in terms of bodily defense, Wang Xuan, having experienced the Alchemy Furnace, held a slight advantage.

Though Zhao Hao was evenly matched with Wang Xuan, his body could hardly endure any longer, with countless bruises and flesh dying before mending.

If this continued, he would surely die!

"Ha, in just over half a year, you’ve grown to this level, fighting me head-on without any aspect lacking." Zhao Hao had to admit his admiration for Wang Xuan, who had risen so impressively in less than two years.

Even those at the Pure Yang Peak wouldn’t dare claim they surpassed either of them in combat strength.

"You’re flattering me, but we haven’t compared weapons, primordial spirits, or Tao Fruits, so the winner’s still undecided." Wang Xuan knew the battle had only just begun.

"Come on! Let me see how strong you, renowned on the Celestial Pride List, truly are!"

Zhao Hao had long prepared his sword, and in an instant, it flashed past, a knife light gleamed, and they crossed paths with a clanging sound.

The sound of tearing silk resounded as a gash more than ten centimeters long appeared on Wang Xuan’s waist, while a large piece of flesh was cut from Zhao Hao’s shoulder, both dripping with blood.

Compared to their flesh bodies, their weapons still held superiority; injury came at the cost of blood. This encounter was far more vicious than before.

Flesh writhed as wounds healed, their life forces formidable; these wounds meant little at all, with flashing blades and clashing swords echoing endlessly in the heights.

In fact, such commotion had already drawn the attention of many cultivators; the battle’s impact was unimaginable, as Celestial Immortal battles usually unfolded in space, rarely on the mother star.

Every casual strike encompassed a range of a hundred miles; a few slight moves turned thousands of miles into a battlefield, the number of living beings within unimaginable.

The clanging of flashing blades and swords had left their bodies covered in past wounds, though their regenerative powers made them unseen.

The phrase "Earth and sky without light" truly suited the situation, as many Earth Immortals watched from afar but dared not advance, while one Pure Yang cultivator attempting to intervene was easily blown away.

Even high above, the effects on the underlying grass and trees remained significant, prompting the bystanders to observe Wang Xuan and Zhao Hao ascend even further, accelerating away from gravitational constraints until reaching outer space within minutes.

"I originally intended to kill you quietly, but I changed my mind. Now, I’ll annihilate you in an epic confrontation!" Wang Xuan declared each word firmly.

The past grievances, while leaving an obsession in Wang Xuan’s heart, weren’t hard for him to resolve given his Spiritual Cultivation. Yet he chose not to let go easily.

"Our grievances should be settled. In the past, I didn’t eradicate you completely, letting this threat grow to the present—a mistake I won’t repeat," Zhao Hao stated with no thought of reconciliation.

"Fine! Arguing right or wrong is now meaningless; moral judgments won’t concern us. Everything depends solely on strength. If you lack it, dying here leaves nothing to be said."

Wang Xuan sheathed his long sword, as the Primordial Spirit Sword within his Sea of Consciousness flew out, circling around him. Seeing this, Zhao Hao grew alert at the sight of the sword.

Their Sword Dao was astonishing, the Power of Slaughter unimaginable.

Some Celestial Immortals watched from afar, including a Divine Infant cultivator from Celestial Sword Mountain flying over, only for a Heaven-Reaching Staff to sweep in to block.

With the force equal to hundreds of thousands of pounds, the true-grade Magical Treasure’s Heaven-Shaking Rod was swung by Di Xuan’s terrifying physique, instantly blasting the great Sword Immortal back to the mother star.

"In this battle, no interference!" Di Xuan coldly proclaimed, and his domineering behavior astonished the watching Celestial Immortals.

Wang Xuan calmly stated, "Anyone intervening in Zhao Hao’s and my duel will be killed afterwards!"

"This is a private vendetta. Clear a path." Zhao Hao knew that if he didn’t kill Wang Xuan now, he’d be left behind by this enemy, guaranteeing his own demise!

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

A golden sword light entangled with a green one, clashing hundreds of times before both retreated. Cracks appeared on the Primordial Spirit Sword, causing Wang Xuan a splitting headache.

Yet the mysterious Array Map formed by countless array patterns on the Primordial Spirit quickly restored the sword between breaths, as did the runes of Sword Dao and Path of the Primordial Spirit.

Zhao Hao’s Lifebound Flying Sword bore multiple gaps and cracks, making him spew blood and greatly weakening his demeanor.

"Kill!"

Zhao Hao’s sword flew forth, followed by his body; becoming three to attack Wang Xuan, who met him sword in hand.

With a tearing sound, Wang Xuan sliced Zhao Hao from shoulder to waist, dividing him like butchered meat, blood gushing forth as his organs were laid bare.

Simultaneously, Zhao Hao’s sword cut into Wang Xuan, severing half of his neck and halting at the spine, blood splattering like a waterfall.

Within Wang Xuan, Creation Magical Power and Life Force rapidly combined with the Power of Creation to heal, his neck quickly rejoining.

Zhao Hao’s body pieced itself together similarly, each piece of flesh vibrant with vitality, pulling together rapidly to mend.

Such grievous injuries were harsh for both Wang Xuan and Zhao Hao, though Zhao Hao’s depletion of Essence, Qi, and Spirit far exceeded Wang Xuan’s, tenfold!

"Void Sword Cultivation! Immortal Sword, Return!"

In the distance, the Primordial Spirit Sword and Lifebound Flying Sword remained locked in combat, yet either failing to gain an edge. Wang Xuan gave a shout, and the void split apart.

A silver long sword emerged, unleashing terrifying might as it burned its own power, streaking rapidly toward Zhao Hao.

Such power wasn’t lacking among Divine Infant cultivators!

The secret technique of the Primordial Spirit Sword Embryo—Void Sword Cultivation, accumulated for this strike alone, boasted inconceivable might!

Zhao Hao attempted to act as shields and armor appeared, yet Wang Xuan met him in combat with his sword.

Armor Shields flew apart beneath Wang Xuan’s blade, as his combat power with the sword posed great intimidation. In that moment, Zhao Hao lacked the concentration to counter the Immortal Sword; the sword light swept across like the Milky Way, piercing Zhao Hao’s head in an instant.

Even for a cultivator, the head was vital, as it housed the Sea of Consciousness; with his head pierced through, Zhao Hao’s body stalled.

Seeing this, the slaughtering Wang Xuan cleaved off Zhao Hao’s skull, as his brain sprayed blood wildly.