My strength increases by one percent every day; I can destroy stars with my bare hands.

"Bang!"

After a collision, Huang Jiuxuan was knocked back, but he quickly regained his balance and burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, very good, excellent, a truly worthy opponent."

Huang Jiuxuan's eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, making him look like a madman.

As his fighting spirit continued to burn, his sword intent also continued to rise.

Sword energy crisscrossed, weaving together to form a world of swords.

"kill!"

Huang Jiuxuan attacked again, but Li Xuancang remained calm and fought bare-handed, holding his own.

"What a terrifying physical body! Are body cultivators really that strong?"

"This is terrifying. Li Xuancang is simply a monster."

"How can we defeat Li Xuancang when he seems to have no weaknesses?"

"..."

Everyone stared in disbelief and utter shock.

Huang Jiuxuan was a late-stage Tongxuan Realm expert. Sword cultivators are naturally skilled in killing, and the sword in his hand was a Di-grade divine weapon.

Even so, it was still blocked by Li Xuancang's iron fists, leaving everyone utterly shocked.

Li Xuancang's physical body is now comparable to a low-grade earth-level divine weapon. If he were to activate the surging blood and qi within his body and the protective divine light, he would become even more terrifying.

After a long and fierce battle, Li Xuancang's clothes were torn, and he was shirtless, revealing his muscular body that was as taut as a dragon or python. His bronze skin gleamed with a cold, metallic sheen under the snow.

Huang Jiuxuan, with his hair disheveled, took out the gourd from his waist, took a big gulp of wine, and his aura rose again.

The next moment, Huang Jiuxuan's figure vanished.

The distance of thousands of feet seemed to disappear beneath his feet; in an instant, the sword was already three inches in front of Li Xuancang's brow.

This sword strike had no sword energy, no sword light, and not even a sound of air being cut.

All the killing intent, sword energy, and sharpness were compressed into this one sword strike, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, silent and deadly.

This is the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

For an ordinary cultivator in the late stage of the Profound Realm, this sword strike would be enough to pierce through their soul.

Li Xuancang did not dodge, but raised his right fist and slowly clenched it.

"Snap!"

The mere act of clenching a fist caused the surrounding air to shatter like glass.

A faint golden luster shimmered on his fist, a phenomenon resulting from the physical body being tempered to its limit.

Li Xuancang neither dodged nor evaded, but instead unleashed a powerful right punch, striking straight at the tip of the sword.

"boom!"

As fist and sword clashed, a deep, thunderous roar exploded, lifting the clouds and creating a white, circular shockwave.

The ground cracked, and rubble flew everywhere, sweeping across the sky and earth.

"Retreat quickly."

Those watching the battle looked panicked and quickly retreated.

"Block it."

Zhang Tianlong and the others joined forces to create a wall of air, blocking the aftershocks of the impact.

"puff!"

Huang Jiuxuan's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, tumbling several times in the air before barely managing to regain his balance. His right hand, gripping the iron sword, trembled slightly.

He looked down at the sword, his pupils suddenly contracting.

A tiny crack had appeared on the iron sword that had been with him for half his life.

On the other side, Li Xuancang stood still, motionless.

Only a shallow bloodstain remained on the fist, which was healing at a visible speed.

"What a fine body cultivator."

Huang Jiuxuan muttered to himself, his eyes gleaming brightly.

"Again."

This time, he didn't hold back.

The sword stance changed, and countless sword shadows bloomed like lotus flowers.

Each sword lotus is formed by 360 sword energies, layer upon layer, covering the sky and enveloping the entire firmament.

The sword energy howled, like a hurricane passing by.

Countless invisible sword energies sliced ​​through the air, threatening to tear everything apart.

"Ding, ding ding ding..."

Li Xuancang stood at the center of the sword energy storm, letting the sword energy fall upon him.

Dozens of bloody marks appeared on his body, but each wound only penetrated halfway into the flesh before it could go no further.

It was as if his skin was not flesh and blood, but ancient, cold iron.

He suddenly spread his arms wide, his muscles bulged, and his bones crackled and popped, as if an ancient beast had awakened.

"Bang!"

With a single, sweeping punch, the fist energy surged like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down, tearing apart the storm of sword energy with a single blow.

"What incredible strength!"

Huang Jiuxuan was not surprised but delighted. His figure flashed, and his iron sword drew a mysterious arc in the air before he unleashed another peerless sword move.

This sword strike is silent and stealthy, killing without a trace, leaving no one aware of the danger.

By the time they realized it, it was too late.

Li Xuancang felt threatened, but not fatally.

He didn't use any fancy tricks; he chose the most brute force to break through all methods.

With a sudden burst of power from his legs, two dark vortexes exploded in the air, and everyone lost track of him.

"clang!"

A deafening sound rang out, and everyone hurriedly turned their heads to look, only to discover Li Xuancang's whereabouts.

"Bang!"

When Li Xuancang threw a punch, the air itself seemed to explode, creating a visible vacuum fist imprint.

Huang Jiuxuan's figure was shaken out of the void, his face full of disbelief.

His concealment within the space should theoretically make him impossible to detect.

Li Xuancang, however, used pure power to shake the space, forcibly forcing him out.

Huang Jiuxuan was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, his laughter full of admiration and praise.

"I have roamed the martial world for hundreds of years and have seen countless geniuses, but you are truly the first one who is so unreasonable."

Before the laughter subsided, his aura suddenly surged.

The temperature in the air plummeted, not because of the cold, but because of the intense killing intent.

His tattered Taoist robe billowed without wind, his gray hair stood on end, and his cloudy eyes flashed with a chilling sharpness.

"Young man, I haven't used this sword strike in decades."

His voice became low and desolate, as if it came from the horizon.

The iron sword was slowly raised, and ancient patterns appeared on its blade. These were sword patterns that the sword cultivator had nurtured with his life's blood and sweat.

Each line represents a life-or-death struggle, a realization of the way of the sword.

Thick, dark clouds gathered from all directions, accompanied by lightning, thunder, and fierce winds.

The spiritual energy of this world surged wildly toward the iron sword, as if the entire world was offering itself up for this one strike.

Li Xuancang mobilized the power of his internal energy and blood, and a series of muffled rumbling sounds rang out from within his body.

The sound of blood surging through the veins is like the roar of a river or the surging of subterranean fire.

The bones in his body emitted a crisp, metallic clang, every muscle vibrated, and the faint golden luster on his skin grew even stronger.

"kill!"

Huang Jiuxuan roared, and the world fell silent.

The wind stopped, the clouds ceased, the thunder ceased, and even everyone's breathing stopped.

Immediately, a sword light appeared.

As if it came from the deepest hell, carrying the decaying aura of death, and the resolute madness of Huang Jiuxuan.

"puff!"

Where the sword light passed, a black rift was cleaved in space, and some void storms burst forth.