In the void, the golden light collided with the sword light, dazzling and bright.

Lu Qingshan and Tian Mang's clash unleashed waves that shattered the surrounding clouds, a scene of terror.

Boom!

Lu Qingshan was sent flying again, his chest stained with blood, bones shattered, unable to withstand Tian Mang's divine power.

Tian Mang was not in a hurry, slowly throwing punches at Lu Qingshan, waiting for the next surprise.

He believed this young Sword Cultivator would certainly have some final life-saving tricks in the end.

"Let me see to what extent your potential will reach." Tian Mang thought to himself.

......

This was the most brutal battle Lu Qingshan had ever experienced.

As time passed, his body was filled with hidden injuries.

Even with the Azure Fall power of Oblivion, his meridians, bones, and organs were still damaged.

The strength gap between the two sides was too great to overcome, posing a mortal threat to Lu Qingshan—continuing like this would certainly lead to death.

An opponent of Tian Mang's level really made him feel powerless.

The hardest part of turning defeat into victory was not having a strong enough move to deliver a fatal strike to Tian Mang.

Secret Sword: Sun's Reveal?

It would indeed be effective against Tian Mang, but definitely not a fatal strike.

After all, Tian Mang possessed Eighth Realm cultivation.

Apart from this, he seemed to have no moves that could threaten Tian Mang across two levels.

The two exchanged blows thirty more times.

Lu Qingshan's injuries were even heavier, reaching the brink of death.

The vitality from Oblivion had long been entirely exhausted.

At this point, Tian Mang finally decided not to drag it out any longer.

"It's about time to end this." He said aloud.

"Yes, it's about time to end this." A faint voice replied.

Lu Qingshan, who had remained silent, unexpectedly responded at this moment.

Tian Mang furrowed his brow, bewildered, casting his gaze toward Lu Qingshan.

Only to see Lu Qingshan, bleeding from seven orifices and on the verge of breath, wearing a smile.

This smile, accentuated by the bloodstains, looked particularly ferocious.

Indeed, Lu Qingshan truly had no moves capable of striking enemies across two levels.

Since there was none, he created one.

Throughout his life, Lu Qingshan had seen countless swords.

In the end, those that left a profound impression on him were often wielded by immortal-like figures in the Sword Dao.

For example, Xia Daoyun's sword, Li Qiubai's sword...

But it was only recently, from an ordinary, nondescript Sword Cultivator whose cultivation level was not even as high as his own, Lu Qingshan saw a uniquely creative sword that made him clap the table in admiration.

Draw the sword to nourish qi.

Every sword draws but does not release sword qi, embedding it within the sword's body.

With each successive strike, the sword qi within the sword becomes increasingly powerful, until it can no longer be nourished.

Those who understand Sword Dao learn from it.

Not only learning, Lu Qingshan sought to forge a new path, transforming it into his own sword.

Nourishing qi with qi, nurturing momentum with momentum.

Using the momentum of drawing the sword to nurture the momentum within the sword, continually enhancing the power of his sword technique, until it birthed an unstoppable force like torrents rushing to the sea.

Lu Qingshan knew that facing Tian Mang, he had only one chance—a chance to gather his strongest strength and directly annihilate Tian Mang.

Because, if this sword could not kill Tian Mang, Tian Mang would never give him a second chance to nurture the Fatal Sword.

Before deciding to fight with his life, Lu Qingshan had glimpsed a glimmer of victory.

This opportunity came from Tian Mang's sudden restraint.

He could see that Tian Mang seemingly lost the intent to kill him.

Lu Qingshan didn't know what Tian Mang was thinking.

But he knew this was his only chance to win.

He must seize Tian Mang's hesitation to nurture a sword that surpasses not only the Sixth Realm level, but even far beyond the Seventh Realm level.

For this Fatal Sword, Lu Qingshan had been enduring, always gathering strength.

Even when situations were perilous, even when severely injured, even when facing Tian Mang's relentless mockery, he never hastily slashed out, until now.

Until this moment, the sword momentum was like a flood filling the lake.

Lu Qingshan laughed loudly, feeling extremely joyous, his mind clear.

He declared:

"I, Lu Qingshan, wield a sword learned from Central Spirit Sword Cultivator Li Si."

Lu Qingshan tightly grasped the Dragon Sparrow Sword, and swung it toward Tian Mang, releasing sword qi as light as a breeze.

"With this sword, I ask you to meet your end."