King's Awakening Chapter 794

Chapter 794: Chapter 794: Saint Di Ren

“Saint, Di Ren”

Nine States?

What place are these Nine States?

It seems that, as for this Forbidden Land, what I have encountered so far is only the tip of the iceberg.

Thinking of this, White Mitchell directly proceeded to the next Saint's biography, hoping to glean some information from it.

White Mitchell was born in a mysterious Forbidden Land, a place unexplored by anyone. Legend tells that a peerless Immortal once cultivated there, leaving behind countless treasures and mysterious powers. Therefore, anyone coming out from there would be considered a freak, unacceptable to the outside world. The circumstances of White Mitchell's birth were no exception, his identity at birth destined him for a life unlike others.

White Mitchell grew up under the care of an Immortal. Although he lacked familial affection, he was not alone because the Immortal imparted him with knowledge and power. The Immortal told him that he was a gifted individual with high comprehension and cultivation talents. Therefore, he had to cultivate diligently to become a true Immortal.

However, when White Mitchell first appeared in the outside world, he immediately experienced the indifference and injustice of the people. Many saw him as a freak. He was called the “Forbidden Son,” seen as a harbinger of ill fortune. Some even discriminated against and bullied him. But White Mitchell didn't lose heart; he trusted in his own power and firmly pursued his path to becoming an Immortal.

He found an Immortal mentor, who recognized Mitchell's talent and potential and decided to take him as a disciple. The mentor instructed him in cultivable Immortal Laws and helped him harness mysterious power. White Mitchell was a humble learner and a diligent cultivator. He experienced countless hardships and challenges, never giving up.

Gradually, White Mitchell's cultivation level improved, and his name started to spread in the Immortal Hero World. He presented himself in white, had excellent swordsmanship, mastered the power of wind and clouds, and was hailed as the “Wind Cloud White Sword”. Many of his enemies fell beneath his blade, and the world was astounded at his strength.

However, White Mitchell was not content. He knew he had much more potential to unleash. He started searching for the legendary treasures and mysterious powers, hoping to advance further on his path to cultivation. After enduring countless trials and tribulations, he eventually found the location of the treasures.

In the treasure stash, White Mitchell discovered a classic script describing supreme Immortal Laws and secret techniques. He decided to thoroughly understand the techniques, integrating their power into his cultivation. He spent years in seclusion, cultivating diligently, step by step closer to reaching the Immortal stage.

But when White Mitchell was about to comprehend the final Immortal Law in the book, a shadow suddenly enveloped him. A man in black quietly showed up behind him, brandishing a black sword, looking at White Mitchell with a cold smile.

“White Mitchell, I didn't expect your cultivation level to be so advanced, enough to find this place,” the man in black said, his voice was deep and cold, emitting a palpable, frightening, magical power.

White Mitchell watched the man in black cautiously, feeling a strong sense of danger. He knew that this man in black was not simple and must be a formidable enemy. However, he wouldn't back down. He had come this far; there was no turning back.

“Who are you? Why are you here?” White Mitchell asked, his voice held a hint of coldness as he firmly gripped his sword, ready to defend against the man in black's attack at any moment.

The man in black curled his lips in a smirk of disdain. “I am an Elder of the Endless Sword Sect. You can call me Elder Black Sword. I'm here to seize the treasures and the Immortal Laws you've comprehended.”

Upon hearing the name Endless Sword Sect, White Mitchell had a flash of confusion in his eyes. He had never heard of the existence of the Endless Sword Sect. However, he had no time to ponder and could only immediately make a countermove.

He moved swiftly, his white attire fluttering like wind, his sword turned into a lightning-like radiance, charging straight at Elder Black Sword. The two of them commenced an intense battle within the treasure cave, the clashes of swords and bursts of energy echoing loudly.

Elder Black Sword's black sword revealed a deadly intent for killing, and White Mitchell harnessed the power of wind and clouds, transforming into a Sword Dance. It was like an endless storm sweeping across the whole cave. The duel was extremely intense, and the treasures in the cave started shaking with their combat.

As the battle raged on, White Mitchell gradually realized the exceptional strength of Elder Black Sword. His swordsmanship was fierce and cunning, seemingly accompanied by a demonic aura. Not only did he possess strong incredible sword skills, but he also mastered the Black Sword Sect's unique Swordsmanship, which was astoundingly powerful.

White Mitchell was alert, realizing that he had to find Elder Black Sword's weak point as soon as possible. He employed the power of wind and cloud to seek an opportune moment, but Elder Black Sword's movement technique was so nimble that he didn't give him any opportunity.

Suddenly, Elder Black Sword unleashed the Destruction Sword. His swordsmanship became even sharper and more ferocious, each stroke seeming capable of tearing apart the heavens and earth. White Mitchell felt a force coming from the blade, knowing he had to counterattack swiftly, otherwise, the consequences were unthinkable.

White Mitchell decided to launch a counterattack, evading Elder Black Sword's onslaught with swift movement technique while gripping his sword, and swiftly channeling the Power of White Light.

Transforming into the Sword God, he launched a fierce assault against Elder Black Sword, with a fiery spirit of combat. The clash of their swords set off a brilliant shower of sparks, the air inside the cave seemed to catch fire, the temperature surged.

Despite Elder Black Sword's formidable strength, he began to waver against White Mitchell's ruthless onslaught. White Mitchell's swordsmanship mingled with the power of Wind Cloud and White Light, was incredibly powerful, each stroke capable of tearing apart the air.

Amidst this intense fight, their movements like a pair of immortal cranes descending from the heavens, engaging in combat within the cave. Their figures flickered, their speed so swift it was hard to keep track.

Sword Qi swirled, sword aura whirling, the cave was filled with a thick aura of murder. The surrounding space seemed to be shrouded by this killing aura, making it extremely oppressive.

When White Mitchell launched another powerful assault, Elder Black Sword's Black Sword actually crumbled completely and was forced to retreat. His face turned grim, taken aback that he was pushed into such a dire state by someone of a lower level.

However, at that moment, Elder Black Sword suddenly roared lowly, his body began to emanate a dark aura. This dark aura brimming full of evil and power of destruction, a chill rose from deep within White Mitchell.

Elder Black Sword roared aloud, a formidable dark energy surged forth from his body, the Black Sword in his hand reformed, the sword aura once again devouring all the light in the cave.

Elder Black Sword's swordsmanship became even more vicious, transforming into the God of Darkness, possessing endless power. Each of his strokes was an attack capable of destroying heavens and earth, White Mitchell felt both his body and soul being severely torn apart.

White Mitchell felt his strength gradually depleting, knowing he can't go on like this. He made a decision to use his last trump card–White Rainbow Slash!

In a flash, he transformed into a streak of white light, drawing out a long rainbow, and instantly appeared in front of Elder Black Sword. The sword in his hand slashed towards Elder Black Sword, this stroke carried all his strength and determination.

Elder Black Sword felt a threat to his life, he unhesitatingly blocked White Mitchell's White Rainbow Slash with a stroke of his own. When their sword auras collided, a deafening noise echoed, the entire cave began to tremble.

However, White Mitchell's trump card did not end the battle as he had initially hoped. A hint of mockery flickered in Elder Black Sword's eyes, his strength greatly surpassed White Mitchell's expectations.

“White Mitchell, you are still too green,” Elder Black Sword sneered, “I will show you what true power of hell is like.”

As he finished speaking, the sword in his hand emitted a gleam of black light, the Black Sword turning into several hundreds of sword shadows, pressing towards White Mitchell.

White Mitchell focused, knowing full well he was trapped in Elder Black Sword's well-planned scheme. The battle was far beyond his abilities, he felt he was in a hopeless situation.

However, he was not willing to give up. He collected his thoughts, sheathed his sword, made a hand-seal, preparing to cast his last spell–the Spring of Light.

He closed his eyes, a dazzling light radiated from his entire body. A powerful surge of magic appeared within him, his surroundings filled with a sense of calmness and holiness.

At the same time, his body began to levitate, the light from his body growing stronger and stronger, much like the sun illuminating the cave.

Elder Black Sword felt something was amiss, the Black Sword by his side began to hiss as if being scorched by flames. He suddenly felt a powerful force devouring him.

Endless light radiated from White Mitchell's body, his palms pushed forward, a surge of overflowing Spring of Light burst forth from his hand, charging straight at Elder Black Sword.

The power brought by the Spring of Light was formidable, Elder Black Sword felt his Dark Energy being bombarded by this Light Energy, scattering everywhere. He tried his best to shield himself from the Spring of Light but was still unable to withstand this escalating force.

Under the impact of the Spring of Light, the strength of Elder Black Sword began to decline rapidly. His Black Sword's radiance dimmed, no longer able to contend with White Mitchell's sword light.

Seeing this, White Mitchell knew he had an opportunity. Without any hesitation, he urged his swordsmanship, unleashing a series of fierce Sword Qi sweeping towards Elder Black Sword like a gust of wind. Elder Black Sword, exhausted, could no longer withstand this relentless assault.

White Mitchell's sword light penetrated Elder Black Sword's defenses. Elder Black Sword's body flared with intense pain, and blood gushed out. He laid on the ground, his vitality ebbing away.

“White Mitchell, you've won,” Elder Black Sword gritted his teeth, “But, it does not mean you have defeated my Black Sword Sect! We will never just disappear.”

White Mitchell sneered, “Elder Black Sword, do you think you can escape punishment forever? There will be retribution for everything you've done.”

Finishing his words, the brilliance of White Mitchell's sword light flared again. He raises his sword, preparing to deliver the final blow to Elder Black Sword.

However, at that moment, a surge of powerful energy suddenly erupted from the depths of the cave. White Mitchell felt his body being bound by an invisible force, unable to move.

“White Mitchell, do you think you can easily defeat me?!” Elder Black Sword chortled, “You are too naive! The Black Sword Sect possesses infinite power and resources; you cannot compete against us.”

White Mitchell furrowed his brows, his energy constantly surging within him, yet tightly restrained by the invisible binding force. He ground his teeth and retorted, “No matter how powerful the Black Sword Sect is, you cannot escape the sanctions of justice!”

Elder Black Sword scoffed dismissively, “Justice? Do you think I care about such a false concept? I only believe in power, the power of the Black Sword Sect!”

As he spoke, Elder Black Sword's Dark Energy surged wildly, forming a massive energy of the black sword, which, like a colossal black python, attacked White Mitchell.

White Mitchell felt oppressed and despairing, but he refused to give up easily. He took a deep breath, his aura suddenly erupting. A dazzling light burst from within him, resisting Elder Black Sword's attack.

“The power of the Spring of Light will conquer the darkness!” White Mitchell shouted loudly.

He swung his arm, invoking his strongest swordsmanship–the Saint Sword of Light. The gorgeous sword light, like a brilliant star, instantly rushed towards Elder Black Sword.

Elder Black Sword was suppressed by the power of White Mitchell's light, his whole body felt bound and unable to move. Seeing the Saint Sword of Light approaching, his heart filled with despair.

However, just as White Mitchell was about to claim victory, there was a resounding explosion. The walls of the cave were torn apart, and a group of disciples from the Black Sword Sect rushed in.

The Great Elder of the Black Sword Sect smirked grimly and said, “White Mitchell, you are a fool. Thinking you could defeat the Black Sword Sect all by yourself? You've underestimated us.”

White Mitchell's gaze was solemn. He felt the terrifyingly powerful Dark Energy emanating from these disciples of the Black Sword Sect.

However, White Mitchell had no intention of backing down. He tightly held the Saint Sword of Light in his hand and gritted his teeth, “Black Sword Sect, do you think you can stop me? I will not let you continue to deviate from the righteous path! Even the most potent Dark Power cannot withstand the power of light!”

The power of light within him burst forth again, shining brilliantly. Brilliant, razor-sharp sword lights radiated from him, moving to meet the disciples of the Black Sword Sect.

An intense battle erupted inside the cave. Sword light clashed with Dark Energy, sparking endless sparks. White Mitchell's fighting spirit soared. He moved like a gust of wind in the battlefield, each swing of his sword able to dissipate an attack from a Black Sword Sect disciple.

The disciples of the Black Sword Sect felt unprecedented pressure and fear. White Mitchell displayed a power beyond their imagination. But they did not give up; instead, they attacked White Mitchell even more fervently.

The battle reached a fever pitch, turning the cave into a colossal battlefield. The sounds of sword clashes, screams, and battle cries echoed throughout the cave.

White Mitchell was full of scars but did not show a trace of fear. Instead, he became even more fearless. He took a deep breath and used his full strength to spur his swordsmanship. One after another, powerful Sword Qi flew out from his hand and defeated all disciples of the Black Sword Sect.

At the end, the disciples of the Black Sword Sect were completely defeated by White Mitchell. They fell down one by one, filled with incurable injuries.

The face of the Great Elder of the Black Sword Sect was sallow, his eyes filled with hatred and anger towards White Mitchell. As he watched White Mitchell, who had been severely injured by his disciples, a sense of unwillingness and annoyance rose in his heart.

He abruptly made his move, releasing dark energy. The whole cave was shrouded in darkness, and White Mitchell felt as if his body was firmly bound by invisible dark power.

“White Mitchell, you useless fool, I will kill you myself!” the Great Elder of the Black Sword Sect roared.

White Mitchell was unyielding, a smile of determination on his face as he looked fearlessly at the Great Elder of the Black Sword Sect. In his heart, a flame of unquenchable hope ignited. He believed he could defeat the darkness and overcome the Black Sword Sect.

“You will never be able to extinguish the light of justice!” he shouted, his voice echoing throughout the cave.

His body began to tremble, the power of light becoming increasingly powerful within him. All at once, he leaped into the air, transforming into a shining meteor. The energy of light surged within him, forming a pair of large white wings and exuding a comforting radiance.

White Mitchell gripped the Saint Sword of Light, infusing his whole body's strength into it, and charged towards the Great Elder of the Black Sword Sect. His body turned into a streak of light, descending as if he was a devil, his aura was mighty.

The Great Elder felt a pang in his heart, watching the rapidly approaching White Mitchell in astonishment. He felt the pressure of the power of light. He instinctively wanted to resist, but found himself unable to move, as if bound by an invisible force.

The brilliance of White Mitchell's sword was dazzling, like a new star streaking across the dark night sky. He quickly approached the Great Elder, thrusting his sword towards his chest. the Power of Light erupted from the blade, forming a blinding flash of light, illuminating the entire cave.

The Great Elder's pupils constricted as he sensed the deadly danger. He gathered the power of darkness across his entire body in an attempt to counter-attack. However, the power of light had enveloped the entire battlefield, reducing the power of darkness to its Northpoint. The Great Elder felt an enormous pressure; his power of darkness could not resist.

White Mitchell's sword made contact with the Great Elder's chest, making a sharp tearing sound. Blood splashed down, dripping to the ground. The Great Elder fell painfully to the ground, his face contorted and body trembling violently. His power of darkness gradually faded, as if being devoured by the power of light.

White Mitchell retracted his sword, staring at the Great Elder who had lost the ability to resist. His eyes revealed firmness and resolve. He knew that the key to victory in this battle was to defeat the Great Elder. Only by breaking the core power of the Black Sword Sect could the light of justice once again shine on the land.

Seeing this scene, a chill ran through the disciples of the Black Sword Sect present in the cave. They had always been taught that the Black Sword Sect was invincible. However, the scene before their eyes was overturning their faith. White Mitchell, with his own power, had defeated the Great Elder of the Black Sword Sect, which was incredulous to them.

Suddenly, White Mitchell disappeared from his original position and then appeared in front of another Black Sword Sect's disciple. His sword gleamed as he made a swing in the air, hitting the disciple hard. The disciple was thrown backward, falling on the ground unable to move.

The entire battlefield fell into panic. The many disciples of the Black Sword Sect could not believe their eyes. They had never seen anyone so easily defeat the disciples of the Black Sword Sect. White Mitchell was like a bolt of lightning, moving across the battlefield, his sword radiating brilliantly, displaying its sharpness.

His swordsmanship was pure and mature, every swing precise and swift. He moved like the wind, as if a bird flying in the sky, unstoppable. The disciples of the Black Sword Sect could only watch helplessly as their companions fell to the ground one by one, blood flowing like a river.

White Mitchell's gaze swept across the battlefield, and he furrowed his brows. Even though he had the overwhelming advantage, the Black Sword Sect's disciples were numerous and held a clear superiority in number. Moreover, these disciples had been strictly trained, each of them possessed extraordinary foundations in swordsmanship.

Picking up on White Mitchell's hesitation, the first disciple of the Black Sword Sect silently slipped away from the battlefield to seek reinforcements. He knew that if help didn't arrive quickly, the Black Sword Sect would likely be truly destroyed by White Mitchell.

Upon learning of White Mitchell's intrusion, the leader of the Black Sword Sect – BlackSword King, furrowed his eyebrows. His presence stood as the core of the Black Sword Sect; having stood atop the pagoda of the Black Sword Sect for many years, he had never met an opponent like White Mitchell. He knew that if he did not personally take action, the Black Sword Sect would suffer a devastating blow.

BlackSword King, wearing black armor and wielding a large black sword, stepped onto the battlefield. His great sword emanated powerful dark power, causing people to feel suffocated. Once he made his move, it would undoubtedly ignite an earth-shattering battle.

Seeing the appearance of BlackSword King, White Mitchell showed no fear. He knew BlackSword King was extraordinarily powerful but he could not be afraid. He understood the evil of the Black Sword Sect; he was fighting for justice, for the people.

The two stood confronting each other in the center of the battlefield, and the atmosphere was heavy and tense. An invisible pressure pervaded the air, complementing the showdown between these two swordsmen.

White Mitchell took a deep breath and a steadfast power surged from within him. His sword light was brilliant, stabbing at the BlackSword King with unimaginable speed and murderous intent.

The BlackSword King sneered as his great sword, like a Black Dragon, swept towards White Mitchell, with the Dark Power roaring in.

Their swords clashed, causing a deafening noise. Sword lights flew in all directions, filling the air with sparks and lightning. This seemingly even fight was the fiercest duel on the battlefield.

White Mitchell felt the Dark Power contained within the BlackSword King and was secretly vigilant. As the leader of the Black Sword Sect, the BlackSword King's control over the Dark Power far exceeded that of ordinary people and could not be underestimated. He knew that he had to go all out and not give the BlackSword King any opportunity to recover.

White Mitchell's swordsmanship was smooth and accurate, each stroke felt as natural as an extension of his arm. His sword momentum flowed like water, instantly turning into myriad fine threads, continuously assaulting the BlackSword King. Meanwhile, the BlackSword King tried to counter-attack with fierce assaults, attempting to push White Mitchell back.

The fight was unpredictable. White Mitchell's robe had been slashed by Sword Qi, blood gradually seeping through. But he showed no sign of weakness. Each attack was brave and straightforward, never retreating.

The BlackSword King gradually felt White Mitchell's strength, his brow furrowing slightly. This junior was not as easy to defeat as he had imagined. He realized that White Mitchell might indeed have the strength to destroy the Black Sword Sect.

The BlackSword King fell into a brief moment of hesitation. It was then that White Mitchell launched a finessing move. His sword danced, its sword light even brighter and more ferocious, like a bolt of lightning piercing the dark night.

The sword light was like lightening, illuminating the entire battlefield. White Mitchell slashed at the BlackSword King, who in turn, brandishing his sword to parry. Their swords crossed, causing an earth-shattering noise.

White Mitchell's sword momentum became increasingly fierce. He seemed to transform into a War God, every slash of his sword and every strike contained boundless killing intent. His swift sword technique made it almost impossible for the BlackSword King to defend, causing more and more wounds on his body, and blood gushed out.

The BlackSword King felt unprecedented pressure, his control over his Dark Power started to wane. White Mitchell's Sword of Justice continued to suppress him, causing him unbearable pain and weakness.

In one of the sword exchanges, White Mitchell took the opportunity to launch a deadly strike. His sword light was incredibly powerful, aimed directly at the BlackSword King's throat. The BlackSword King found it too late to dodge and retreated involuntarily.

However, at this critical moment, reinforcements for the Black Sword Sect arrived. A team of men in black broke into the battlefield like a dark whirlwind, launching an attack on White Mitchell.

White Mitchell's movement technique was fluid. With a step, his figure darted like lightning, dodging the attack from the men in black. He stared coldly at the Black Sword Sect's reinforcements, his eyes filled with steadfast killing intent.

“White Mitchell, you have offended the Black Sword Sect. Now, your only path is death!” The leader of the men in black sneered, his eyes full of mockery and cruelty.

White Mitchell had a firm gaze, and his murderous intent surged. He knew that there was no turning back from this battle. Only by giving his all could he have a chance to survive. He swung his sword, attacking the men in black both fiercely and accurately, forcing them to back off with the threat of death.

The fight was intense. Killing intent filled the air.

White Mitchell's battle with the men in black caught the attention of the others on the battlefield. They all felt the crucial nature of this battle. Every sword swing by White Mitchell carried infinite power. Every time the men in black were forced to retreat, they felt fear.

White Mitchell continuously unleashed the light of his sword. The sword light was like lighting, preventing the men in black from approaching. He dodged their attacks swiftly while counter-attacking. Every strike inflicted injury on the men in black.

The leader of the men in black wore a gloomy expression. He found White Mitchell's strength to be even greater than he had imagined. But he had no intention of retreating. Instead, he was more determined to personally put an end to White Mitchell.

The leader of the men in black drew his sword. His sword was like darkness itself, extremely vicious. The dark aura he emanated made everyone on the battlefield feel an overwhelming pressure.

White Mitchell took a deep breath, immediately feeling the tremendous power of the leader in black. He knew that his opponent's strength should not be underestimated and he must give his all.

As they engaged, their swordplays were powerful and heavy. Each exchange of swords would trigger a spark. Their figures overlapped and moved at such a high speed that they were almost invisible.

The swordsmanship of the leader in black was stark and ruthless, with each strike carrying an overwhelming momentum. White Mitchell countered using softness to subdue strength, utilizing his swordsmanship and movement technique to dodge the attacks.

White Mitchell sensed the malice from the leader in black, and he decided to beat his opponent with even greater power. He mobilized all his strength, with his sword momentum containing the blazing power of justice.

A streak of sword light swiftly crossed, and White Mitchell's sword aimed for the critical position of the leader in black. The leader's face changed drastically, he exerted all his strength to dodge but was still injured in the chest.

With a scream, the leader in black was cut by the sword light, leaving a deep wound visible to the bone and bleeding profusely. He staggered backward and collapsed to the ground.

White Mitchell's eyes were cold. He pulled out the sword, preparing to deal the last deadly blow to his opponent. However, at that moment, BlackSword King suddenly stepped forward.

White Mitchell raised his head fiercely, staring hard at the BlackSword King. He knew that the BlackSword King would not let him go easily.

The BlackSword King's face was full of mockery. He looked at White Mitchell and sneered, “White Mitchell, do you think you can win by killing my men? You're too naive. Accept your fate and die by my hand!”

White Mitchell sneered, and the sword's light burst forth once more. Without replying, he launched a fierce attack towards the BlackSword King.

Their sword fight reignited the flames of the battle. White Mitchell swung his sword, each strike resisting the dark power of the BlackSword King, breaking through his defenses with continuous sword light.

The BlackSword King gritted his teeth, no longer avoiding White Mitchell's attacks, instead facing them head-on. His Black Sword turned into a shadow and entwined with White Mitchell's radiating sword light.

The battle grew fiercer. The two sword lights turned into rings of light, blooming in the air. Sword light swept across, sparking fires. The battlefield was filled with the scent of gunpowder.

With the sound of swords colliding, White Mitchell felt his strength gradually fading. Yet, his eyes remained firm. He knew that the battle had reached its critical point.

White Mitchell would never give up. He gritted his teeth and once again tapped into his last reserves of strength. His sword light became even more intense, radiating endless brilliance.

The BlackSword King sensed the aura emanating from White Mitchell and showed watchfulness. He knew that White Mitchell had reached his limit.

Their sword lights intertwined, constantly colliding, and erupting. The battlefield was lit by the glow of the swords. Both White Mitchell and the BlackSword King were pushing their limits, their power surging forth.

Finally, after an intense sword exchange, White Mitchell's sword light hit the BlackSword King's sword. Their swords collided creating a strong force, casting brilliant rays of light.

The light gradually subsided, and the BlackSword King was repelled by the sword light, stepping back. His expression became extremely serious because he could feel the tremendous power contained in White Mitchell's sword.

White Mitchell gazed coldly at the BlackSword King, knowing that it was time to decide the outcome. He stepped forward without hesitation, his sword light becoming more intense, and the falling sword light cut through the night sky like shooting stars.

The BlackSword King felt threatened. He desperately avoided White Mitchell's attack, trying to fight back.

However, White Mitchell's swordsmanship was as fierce as a tiger or a hawk. Each strike was incredibly accurate. His sword light cut through the BlackSword King's defenses, like a blade in the storm, with no place to hide.

The BlackSword King dare not underestimate White Mitchell any longer. He gathered the last of his strength, battling back fiercely. Their swords intertwined, causing a violent scene on the battlefield. The collision of their swordsmanship created a dazzling light, and the resulting force stirred up huge waves.

The onlookers were deeply shocked. They were enthralled by the heart-stopping battle they were witnessing. The interwoven silhouettes of White Mitchell and the BlackSword King seemed like a dance of poetry, yet it was filled with murderous intent.

Time seemed to freeze, and the spectators almost forgot to breathe. They watched the life-and-death battle with rapt attention. Every clash of swords was accompanied by an earth-shattering sword cry.

The BlackSword King gradually felt fatigue in his body, he understood that continuing to struggle was futile. He knew he had to launch a final strike, or he wouldn't be able to escape this trap.

The moment of the decisive battle finally arrived. White Mitchell took aim at the BlackSword King's weakness, focusing his eyes, and a shocking Sword Qi exploded from his body. The Sword Qi condensed into a dazzling sword light, and struck at the BlackSword King with the speed of lightning.

Facing this irresistible sword light, the BlackSword King knew there was no way back. He fully stimulated his sword glow, and swung his sword to meet the attack. The two powerful forces collided in mid-air, stirring up a blizzard of snowflakes.

As the BlackSword King, he was fearless in the face of death, and a determined expression appeared on his face. He knew that even if he failed, he still had to fight with all his might for his own glory.

At the moment of the sword light eruption, the powerful shock wave swept across the entire battlefield. The storm-like power destroyed everything around it, the land split open, and the sky trembled.

The people on the battlefield were shaken by the explosive force, had to use their hands to protect their eyes. The intense airstream distorted the air, crazy winds howled, dust and smoke were everywhere, and the visibility suddenly became blurry.

As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, people's eyes focused on the center of the battlefield, a surprised voice exclaimed: “That is….”

The BlackSword King remained upright, although his battle clothes were tattered and his body was covered with wounds, he held up his sword, amazingly unscathed. In front of him, a sword shadow shining with dazzling light quietly floated.

White Mitchell's eyes shone with surprise and disbelief, he did not expect his ultimate blow failed to knock down the BlackSword King. The BlackSword King's strength was far beyond his imagination, which put him under unprecedented pressure.

A hint of mocking smile appeared on the face of the BlackSword King: “Did you think your ultimate blow could defeat me? Ridiculous! I am the most powerful swordsman in this world, and you still have a long way to reach my level.”

White Mitchell clenched his teeth, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes: “No matter how strong you are, I will never back down! I will fight for those innocent lives, for justice!”

The longsword in his hand sliced the air again, bringing along a strong Sword Qi. The sword momentum was as fierce as a violent storm, raining down. The BlackSword King, on the other hand, moved forward step by step, each step as if stepping on the bodies of his enemies.

The two swordsmen clashed again, their sword shadows crisscrossed, and Sword Qi was rampant. Every attack they made demonstrated the ultimate swordsmanship, as if the most powerful forces between heaven and earth colliding. Every inch of their bodies turned into a battlefield, and the sword lights intertwined into a spectacular picture.

Countless onlookers held their breath, staring at this life-and-death struggle. Every nerve in their bodies was stretched taut, as if they were also in the midst of this battle. Bryson was in the crowd, his eyes revealing worry and anxiety.

“White Mitchell, you must hold on!” Bryson prayed silently. She was acutely aware of the importance of this battle, if White Mitchell were defeated by the BlackSword King, all hope and peace would disappear.

The battle continued, and White Mitchell could feel his body slowly becoming fatigued. Although his swordsmanship was outstanding, the BlackSword King's strength was much higher than he had expected, and every move from the opponent was meticulous.

The BlackSword King progressively found White Mitchell's weaknesses, his attack was becoming more and more sharp. Every time their swords clashed, he tried to undermine White Mitchell's confidence.

“Not enough! Not strong enough!” White Mitchell roared in his heart. He realized that he had to find the BlackSword King's weakness as soon as possible, otherwise he couldn't turn the tide.

Suddenly, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes. He noticed a slight flaw in the BlackSword King's movement, insignificant but not negligible. White Mitchell immediately seized this opportunity, his swordplay became more precise and each move was filled with an unparalleled sharpness.

Sparks flew where their swords met. White Mitchell's body radiated dazzling Sword Qi, and amid the gushing sword light, the BlackSword King's figure was forced back several steps.

The BlackSword King had a small wound on his body, and blood seeped out. He grinned ferociously, full of fighting spirit: “Good, you indeed made some breakthroughs, but it's still not enough to defeat me!”

Just as his voice faded, his sword radiance erupted again, like a ferocious black dragon, sweeping towards White Mitchell. White Mitchell was not willing to show weakness, he reined in the burgeoning power, and his sword twinkled like a star, fiercely facing the attack.

Once they erupted, the wind howled. The momentum of their swords intersected, merging into an indescribable flame. Their figures appeared and disappeared amidst the sword lights, moving at a speed nearly indistinguishable to the human eye.

The entire battlefield seemed to plunge into darkness, with only the flickering sword radiance as the light.

Every sword strike resonated with an earth-shattering sword ringing and sky-splitting power.

Time elapsed, and the body's muscles trembled under the collision of the sword momentum. White Mitchell could feel his physical strength rapidly draining, and his steps started to falter.

But he did not give up. He resolutely straightened his body, knowing that a moment's distraction would be a deadly threat. An inextinguishable flame ignited in his heart, which gave him strength and kept him going.

The BlackSword King noticed White Mitchell's fatigue and smiled, “You've reached your limit, haven't you, White Mitchell? Your strength cannot match mine, prepare to die!”

White Mitchell gritted his teeth, resolute glimmers twinkled in his eyes: “I will never give up, I will fight till the last moment!”

His voice was filled with determination, and like a thunderclap, it inspired every person on the battlefield.

In an instant, an unending surge of power welled up from within White Mitchell. His sword radiance soared suddenly, and his body gushed out dazzling sword light.

The anxiety in Bryson's eyes slowly vanished as she watched the scene unfold, knowing that White Mitchell had found a way to break through.

“White Mitchell, keep it up!” Bryson prayed silently.

White Mitchell felt his physical strength coalescing, he brandished his longsword, spontaneously emanating a dazzling aura.

“Take this, BlackSword King!” White Mitchell shouted passionately.

His voice echoed through the battlefield like a thunderclap, accompanied by the roar of his sword radiance, White Mitchell charged towards the BlackSword King, like a cannonball.

The BlackSword King's eyes widened, he felt the powerful aura emanating from White Mitchell, which made him apprehensive.

Their clash was instantaneous, a bright light instantly spread from the center of the battlefield, illuminating the entire sky.

With the dissipation of the sword radiance, the figure of the BlackSword King slowly fell.

The spectators on the battlefield fell into silence, watching the BlackSword King's fall, their hearts filled with shock and admiration.

Joy showed in Bryson's eyes, she bowed deeply to White Mitchell, this was their shared victory.

White Mitchell lowered his head, his heart filled with exhaustion and fulfillment. He knew this was just the beginning, more challenges awaited him ahead.

But for now, he wanted to rest well before continuing to face the future battles.

Chapter end