King's Awakening Chapter 800

Chapter 800: Chapter 800: Saint Ye Jian

“Saint, Ye Jian!”

White Mitchell was full of ambition and hope for the future.

Then, without any hesitation, White Mitchell continued to delve into the life of the next saint.

White Mitchell, a seemingly wayward and unlearned gentleman, just like his name, dressed in a pure white robe. With his handsome face and graceful manner, he attracted many women. However, this was just an outer facade.

In reality, White Mitchell was a cultivator. Five years ago, he was a prominent figure, standing guard for justice and fairness. However, fate played a cruel trick on him. He fell victim to the treacherous plot of his enemies and lost all of his strength and cultivation. Deep within his heart, the flames of revenge were burning. He swore to find the one who wronged him and bring them to justice.

So, White Mitchell began to conceal his identity leading a carefree and prodigal life. His family was wealthy, and he used this to his advantage to become a seemingly lazy gentleman. Every day, he floundered in the sea of flowers and indulged in wine, maintaining a carefree and naive image on the surface while he was secretly investigating the ones who had wronged him. He knew very well that without his cultivation, he couldn't solve everything with force. He needed to rely on his wit and cunning to carefully peel back the layers of deceit and expose the true culprits.

White Mitchell was not an easy target. He possessed a pair of sharp eyes that could penetrate the human heart and see through deceit. As his family enshrined justice, he was never lenient towards those who abused their power for personal gains.

Behind his debauched lifestyle, White Mitchell was secretly gathering all sorts of information. By acquainting himself with a variety of characters in social gatherings, he built himself into a hub of information. He often heard about those who wronged him, but the clues were always strange and difficult to verify. He understood that this was a deliberate effort by the miscreants to trap him in confusion and agony. But he would never be deterred. They only strengthened his resolve to uncover the truth.

One day, in a high-end tavern, White Mitchell heard about a mysterious organization that supposedly has great power and controls the dark side of the World of Martial. The shadow of this organization lurked behind every martial artist. This bit of information greatly intrigued White Mitchell, and he decided to investigate this organization.

Through various channels, White Mitchell found an entry point to interact with the organization. He disguised himself as a steward in a medical hall and infiltrated the organization. The organization called itself Julian Hall. It held information about many families in the World of Martial and controls the lifeline of the martial arts world through the collection of information, collusion, and extortion.

In Julian Hall, White Mitchell met a man named Julian. Julian was the leader of Julian Hall, and he possessed strong power and intelligence. White Mitchell knew that if he was to unveil the truth, he needed to first understand the internal workings of Julian Hall.

Through chance, he befriended Julian. Julian, with his charisma and intelligence, attracted White Mitchell. They often drank and conversed together, and Julian gradually let his guard down, even though he retained some level of vigilance.

White Mitchell greatly admired Julian's wisdom. However, he knew that he could never let his guard down even when facing formidable enemies. He decided to take action himself, expose Julian's dark side, and bring him to justice.

One night, White Mitchell decided to carry out his plan. He silently infiltrated Julian's residence, looking to capture him. But, just as he was about to act, a cold voice rang out, “White Mitchell, you are smart, but you are too naive.”

White Mitchell was startled, lifting his head to see Julian stepping out from shadows, a mocking look in his eyes.

“You… you saw through my disguise so soon?” a shocked White Mitchell asked.

Julian responded with a noncommittal smile. He drawled, “White Mitchell, you are not an easy adversary. I noticed your every move in Julian Hall. I know everything that you have done.”

White Mitchell was stunned. A sense of surprise and unease welled up inside him. Julian had already figured out his true identity. Had he been toying him around all along?

“Why are you doing this?” White Mitchell clenched his teeth, marshaling all his strength in anticipation of a possible fight.

Julian laughed coldly, his eerie eyes looking at White Mitchell, making White Mitchell's heart pound. “White Mitchell, do you think that by infiltrating Julian Hall, you can uncover the truth? How naive. I've been patient with you for a long time. Now, it's time to end this.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than Julian's figure flashed and appeared in front of White Mitchell with a speed that seemed almost ghostlike.

Immediately, White Mitchell felt a strong force coming towards him. A darkness rushed at him, and he was blown away by Julian's power.

With his exceptional perception, White Mitchell rolled with the attack and steadied himself. After all, he was a swordsman and not easily taken down by minor upheavals.

“Julian, do you believe that having everything under your control means you can manipulate me? Today, I will let you see that the power of justice and faith cannot be shaken!” White Mitchell shouts, his eyes ablaze with resolute fire.

He fearlessly meets Julian's attack, with numerous lights of swords and knives crisscrossing in the air, creating a tempestuous momentum.

White Mitchell shows his superior martial arts, his movement technique agile and smart, seamlessly continuing his sword and knife forms. Every step he takes is rhythically beautiful, as if performing a magnificent dance. With each motion and breath from White Mitchell, his weapon strikes at Julian, each blow like a surging waterfall.

Julian is well aware of White Mitchell's strength, therefore he doesn't underestimate him. He gives a cold smile, his True Qi overflowing from within, enveloping his whole body, forming an invisible protective shield.

Regarding White Mitchell's fierce attacks, Julian easily avoids each one. Relying on his excellent movement technique and counterattack skills, he maintains an air of composed tranquility.

Seeing Julian's unchanged stance only excites White Mitchell more. He, who has been through numerous battles and faced countless enemies, finds the fight at hand not difficult at all.

He concentrates, adjusts his status, and even more deeply grasps Julian's movements and the timing of his counterattacks. White Mitchell has no interest in whether Julian has grasped his secret or not, all he wants at this moment is to defeat his opponent, to fight for his faith and justice.

Suddenly, Julian raises his weapon, letting out a piercing roar, his body like a bolt of lightning, charging directly at White Mitchell.

A glint of sternness flashes across White Mitchell's eyes. He reduces all his aura, his whole body radiating an enigmatic momentum. His body may be slender, but each movement is full of controlled power.

Under Julian's powerful offensive, White Mitchell maneuvers like a swallow zigzagging through the air. He appears to be a falling leaf, floating in the wind, graceful and beautiful. Every time he dodges Julian's attack, White Mitchell reconstitutes himself, and, with the power of thunder, charges at Julian.

At that instant, with his agile movements, White Mitchell quickly approaches Julian and performs his unique skill. His dual swords crossed, each layer of his protective True Qi overlapped.

Seeing this, Julian's eyes reveal a hint of disdain; he tightens his grip on the sword handle, ready to counterattack White Mitchell's offence. The two figures intertwine and their moves are fast, the clashing sound of the swords echoing throughout the battlefield.

The sword light and knife glow intertwine, suddenly bursting into a dazzling light. White Mitchell steps on the clouds nine heavens high, his body suddenly twisting, his dual swords crossing and transforming into a circle of knife flowers, hoping to trap Julian within them.

Julian gives a cold laugh, a surge of killing intent rising in his heart. All of a sudden, his black sword light fiercely explodes. The sword light, like a poisonous snake attacking its prey, charges directly toward White Mitchell's dual swords.

White Mitchell's pupils slightly contract, he feels the terrifying killing intent hidden in Julian's sword. Acting cautiously, he quickly adjusts his movement technique, instantly transforming into an afterimage. The knife light sweeps past his body, leaving only a faint mark of knife Qi.

“White Mitchell, do you think you can defeat me? How foolish.” Julian's voice is full of mockery and disdain. His eyes flicker with a hint of madness, which gradually spreads.

White Mitchell snorts coldly, rage burning in his chest. He is well aware that his confrontation with Julian is not a mere competition, but a decisive battle between justice and evil.

He desperately rolls his body, evading Julian's fatal attacks. His eyes focus on the momentum of the swords, his mind concentrated on finding Julian's weak points.

Suddenly, like a gust of wind, White Mitchell's body soars into the air, his dual swords dancing in his hands, targeting Julian's center of gravity.

“Look out!” Julian's expression slightly changes, unleashing his “Thousand Swords Demon Sealing” move, sword light swirling around in the sky, trapping White Mitchell in the sword net.

White Mitchell's pupils shrink, he feels the endless pressure of the sword Qi. He closes his eyes calmly, the lights of the sword surrounding him, blocking his line of sight. He can only rely on intuition and sensitivity to dodge Julian's attack.

At that moment, a vast Sword Intent awakens deep within White Mitchell's heart. With the momentum of the ninth heaven, he turns into a whirlwind, stirring up the chaotic blades of sword light.

The sound of the clashing sword light is like waves crashing against the shore, deafening. The sword light and knife glow transform into a dazzling screen of light, vying for control of the space.

A hint of bloody light rises between Julian's brows, he clenches his teeth, his True Qi releasing unimaginable power. He uses his unique skill, the “Sword of Bloody Flame”, where the sword reaches, blood splatters everywhere.

White Mitchell felt a lethal threat, his body spun again, the twin blades rapidly dancing, forming a powerful beam of sword light. He steadied himself, uttering a low growl, going all-out to withstand Julian's onslaught.

In the collision of sword and blade, White Mitchell felt the terrifying power in Julian's swordsmanship. A thought flashed through his mind, suddenly he stomped the ground, the frequency of his blade dance quickened, forming a rainfall of sword light between the sword and blade.

Julian put all his force into the attack, his sword momentum like a violent storm, his aura overwhelming. He almost poured all his strength into his sword, striking towards the heart of White Mitchell.

White Mitchell's pupils violently contracted, his body started to tremble violently. He intensely felt the breath of life and death, but he was not willing to be defeated, he couldn't fall to the hands of evil.

With a body that resembled a Heaven God, White Mitchell straightened his back, his twin blades emitting strands of sword light. He took one step, a bit of crazed determination flashing in his eyes.

Sword clashed with blade wildly, the sound of mountains collapsing and earth splitting spread through the air. Their bodies spun in mid-air, neither giving way to the other. The Sword of Bloody Flame on Julian was becoming more powerful, almost making White Mitchell invisible.

A subtle smile appeared on White Mitchell's face, he forced himself to stay calm. He realised, that this very moment was the most crucial one, he had to give it his all in order to break through Julian's sword momentum.

Suddenly, White Mitchell's body moved, the sword light and blade light merged into one. He pushed off the ground with his hands, his body sprang up like a spring, flying backward with the help of Julian's powerful sword momentum.

Julian's pupils suddenly contracted, he did not expect White Mitchell to unexpectedly break free from the sword momentum. He turned around fiercely, his sword immediately produced countless streams of sword light, piercing through the air.

White Mitchell's figure momentarily stalled, the sword light wrapped around him kept stabbing at his body. His complexion changed, he immediately circulated his True Qi, resisting with all his might.

Sword Qi surged wildly, the air was filled with a heavy scent of blood. White Mitchell's True Qi was exhausted, the sword light finally penetrated his defense, deeply entering his body. A trickle of fresh blood slid from the corner of his mouth, his whole body was trembling, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

A hint of disdain sparkling in Julian's eyes, a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, seemingly unbothered by White Mitchell's counter-attack.

He suddenly swung his sword fiercely, sword Qi spurted out like a dragon, charging towards White Mitchell. White Mitchell's pupils contracted, he violently endured the pain, jumping backward to avoid Julian's attack.

Both their figures continued to flicker, sword light ripping through the air, producing a piercing noise. With every clash, countless sparks spluttered out, igniting the surrounding grass and trees. The battlefield was instantly filled with heat, a strong murderous aura enveloped the entire field.

Julian gave a cold laugh, continuously attacking White Mitchell with his sword, his sword techniques were relentless, dense like raindrops, White Mitchell was kept on his toes. White Mitchell felt like he could no longer persist, but he was not willing to give up, he used all the strength he had left in his hands.

He suddenly lifted his head, his gaze was firm and profound, like the brightest star in the night sky. His figure transformed into a ray of light. With the help of the last bit of his True Qi, his sword technique suddenly became extremely sharp. The sword light was like lightning, piercing towards Julian like a bolt of lightning.

Julian was slightly startled, he then gave a cold laugh, the longsword in his hands swung like a whirlwind, meeting White Mitchell's attack.

Their sword techniques collided in mid-air, a loud collision noise erupted. White Mitchell whole body was shaking, but there was not a hint of backing off in his eyes, he knew this sword strike determined life and death, he was destined to give it his all.

His sword momentum became increasingly wild, he seemed to have transformed into a Sword Spirit, desiring nothing more than victory in his eyes. His attack speed quickened, becoming more and more sharp, his sword light broke through Julian's defenses, stabbing towards his body.

Julian's pupils suddenly contracted, he quickly dodged, and the sword light only grazed his skin slightly. Anger was written all over his face, a trace of savage smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, he let out an angry roar, True Qi surged like a wild wind.

His sword technique underwent a huge shift, the originally sharp attack became even more violent. The sword in his hand was like a torrential river, pouring endlessly towards White Mitchell.

White Mitchell felt the pressure of the sword Qi made it so difficult that he could hardly breathe, he struggled to resist Julian's attack, retreating step by step. The sword light had already broken his skin, fresh blood kept dripping onto the ground.

But at that moment, a thought flickered through White Mitchell's mind, an inexplicable force surged within him. He steadied himself again, his eyes filled with brilliance, he felt the real support behind him.

That was the power bestowed upon him by his master and ancestors, a power rooted in his bloodline. He felt that his body was no longer fighting alone, but was linked with the martial artists of his entire family.

White Mitchell lifted the sword in his hand, and his body suddenly radiated a dazzling golden light. The sword light burst forth like a golden sun, illuminating the entire battlefield. His sword moves embodied the essence of his family's teachings, each strike possessing an indomitable power.

When the sword danced in his hand, the sword glow flamed like the stars. Every attack from White Mitchell carried a mysterious power. This power served both as a warning to the enemy and a catalyst to himself. He could feel his swordsmanship sharpening, each sword swing brimming with confidence and determination.

Julian felt unable to drain White Mitchell's energy as he had before and began to feel the crisis of a do-or-die battle. He decided to give it his all and fully defeat White Mitchell, otherwise, he knew he would face the danger of annihilation.

The longsword in his hand was like a lightning bolt, brutally hacking towards the top of White Mitchell's head. White Mitchell's eyes flickered, realizing now was his chance for a last-ditch counterattack. He lifted his sword, resisted Julian's attack, and then with a low roar, charged at Julian like a swift arrow.

White Mitchell moved deftly, his sword strokes unpredictable. He suddenly transformed into a golden whirlwind, quickly bypassed Julian's longsword, and launched a counterattack from his rear.

Julian sensed a surge of sword Qi attacking from behind. He swiftly turned around to block, but was grazed by White Mitchell's sword light across his left shoulder, blood spilling forth. He stepped back a few steps in disarray with a cold smile, staring at White Mitchell.

White Mitchell pressed his attack, his swordsmanship was as fierce as a storm, and each stroke was extremely aggressive. Julian could only defend strenuously, without any strength to counterattack.

Their fight drew the attention of the onlookers, who marveled at White Mitchell's mysterious and powerful swordsmanship and were stunned by Julian's stubborn resistance. The spectators discussed among themselves, unable to imagine that two young martial artists could display such astonishing power.

As time ticked by, White Mitchell fought increasingly bravely, attacking like a ferocious storm, while Julian gradually fell into a passive state. His physical strength and stamina had reached their limits, but White Mitchell seemed to grow stronger with battle, seemingly tireless.

Finally, White Mitchell found his opportunity. His body suddenly flashed, instantly positioning himself in front of Julian, the tip of his sword aimed at Julian's throat. Julian's eyes flashed a trace of fear as he hurriedly raised his sword to block, but his left arm was still grazed by White Mitchell's sword Qi, blood spattering.

Julian retreated a few steps, panting desperately. He stared at White Mitchell with a ferocious face, a cold smile at the corner of his mouth. He knew he no longer had the strength to continue the fight, but he wouldn't admit defeat easily.

“White Mitchell, do you think I will be defeated so easily?” Julian coldly said, “I will make you pay the price!”

His figure flickered and suddenly disappeared from the spot. White Mitchell quickly scanned the surroundings, but he couldn't see any trace of Julian. In an instant, a burst of strong momentum attacked from behind him.

He swiftly turned around, only to see Julian's longsword slicing through the air like a shooting star, bringing with it a searing breath. White Mitchell didn't have time to react, he could only use his sword to block Julian's attack, but his sword was repelled by Julian's momentum.

Julian didn't give White Mitchell a chance to catch his breath, he crazily launched his attack. White Mitchell tried his best to defend, but gradually was put on the back foot. His arm was cut by Julian's sword, blood seeping out.

White Mitchell gritted his teeth, bearing the severe pain, and quickly retreated. He pressed his wound with one hand, quietly circulating his inner strength to speed up the healing process. He knew he must find a way to defeat Julian as soon as possible, otherwise, he would plunge into a more dangerous situation.

His eyes became resolute, radiating a determined light. He knew that only by giving it his all could he turn the tide of the battle.

White Mitchell controlled his inner strength and wielded his sword to attack Julian again. This time, his swordsmanship was even more ferocious, each stroke as powerful as a glacier collapsing.

Julian's face turned solemn, sensing White Mitchell's lofty fighting spirit. He knew if things continued this way, he would undoubtedly be defeated. So, he too, launched a counterattack without showing any weakness.

Their figures intertwined, and their sword shadows interlaced. Their moves became even more aggressive, and their momentum became even stronger. The entire battlefield seemed to have transformed into their unique space, radiating endless light.

Time ticked by, and the atmosphere grew increasingly tense. Everyone held their breath and stared at the fight between the two. They could feel the powerful impact of the two, as if even standing by the side, one could feel the endless pressure.

Suddenly, a loud sound erupted as White Mitchell's sword Qi collided with Julian's longsword. The intense impact force made both of them retreat a few steps, leaving two deep imprints on the ground.

The battlefield fell silent. Everyone looked in astonishment at the spectacle before their eyes. The gazes of White Mitchell and Julian entwined, their eyes never leaving each other.

“Your swordsmanship is indeed extraordinary,” White Mitchell gave a slight smile, admiration sparking in his eyes, “but you're not quite there yet.”

Julian stared coldly at White Mitchell, not uttering a word, only gripping his longsword tightly, ready to brace for the next wave of attack.

White Mitchell suddenly raised his sword, the golden light from it flashing incessantly. A fierce glint appeared in his eyes, his aura growing increasingly powerful.

“This is my unique skill – the Golden Sword Array!” White Mitchell said casually.

Suddenly, countless illusions appeared around him, each one holding a sword, slowly revolving around White Mitchell. The sword's radiance was as dazzling as gold, exerting an endless oppressive force.

Julian's face slightly changed, he had never seen such a powerful sword array. He could feel the pressure from the sword array, as if the entire world was being tinted gold.

“An excellent Sword Array!” Julian commended quietly, determination flashing in his eyes.

He drew a streak of light with the longsword in hand, his body spinning rapidly like a swift wind. His figure grew faster and faster, turning into a somewhat blurred shadow.

A powerful aura radiated from him, its momentum surprisingly matched that of White Mitchell's sword array!

White Mitchell's eyes slightly condensed, he could feel Julian's strength rapidly escalating. He knew that he had to give his all, otherwise, he would be unable to withstand Julian's onslaught.

Without hesitation, he swung his sword, and the Golden Sword Array formed by the gathered sword light swept towards Julian like a violent storm.

There was a flash of brilliance in Julian's eyes. His longsword drew a perfect arc in the sky, directly colliding with White Mitchell's Golden Sword Array.

There was an immediate explosive release of a powerful force on the battlefield. Sword Qi whirled around, the air steeped with a potent killing intent.

White Mitchell felt a powerful impact sending his body involuntarily several steps back, but there wasn't the slightest intention of retreating in his heart. He gripped the sword tightly, determined to persevere in this battle till the end.

Julian also sensed White Mitchell's resolve, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes. He knew that this young man was not so easily defeated.

Their swords interlocked, the attack and defence between them reaching a peak. Their moves were unpredictable, so fast that it was hard to catch.

With the swords flashing and Sword Qi intersecting, the whole battlefield rumbled incessantly.

White Mitchell felt an endless power surging in his body. Each of his moves nearly reached its peak. His Swordsmanship became sharper, and his attacks fiercer.

Julian, also refusing to be outdone, has pushed his movement technique to the utmost. Each move he made could effortlessly dodge White Mitchell's attacks, and then counterattack.

Their fight intensified, the momentum became even more magnificent. Their figures traversed the battlefield, leaving a trail of beautiful yet fierce sword aura.

The surrounding crowd held their breath, their eyes focused tightly on the two in the battlefield. They could not imagine that two young martial artists could display such astonishing power.

Time passed by every second, the battle on the battlefield grew increasingly fierce. Both White Mitchell and Julian could feel their stamina being rapidly depleted, yet neither showed the slightest sign of retreat.

They knew that this was a life-and-death battle, where only those who give their all could emerge victorious.

At last, the battle reached its fiercest moment.

White Mitchell transformed into a golden whirlwind, his sword shone like lightning, assailing Julian like a thunderbolt.

Julian felt a pressure unlike any he had ever experienced before, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. He knew he was at the brink of life and death, and he had to give his all.

His body swiveled, the figure flashed like a long arcing rainbow, preparing to meet White Mitchell's attack.

Their blades clashed, instantly erupting with a thunderous sound that shook the heavens and the earth. Golden light and darkness interweaved in the sky, like two Heaven Gods clashing in battle, their blasting Sword Qi rippled out with endless power.

Julian showcased his extraordinary swordsmanship, his sword techniques flowing like water, swift and smooth, nearly elusive. One moment his attacks were wild, the next his defence, seemingly effortless and proficiently handled.

White Mitchell, on the other hand, was bravely charging forward, the golden sword light flickering unpredictably, swift and sharp. His swordsmanship was extremely precise; each attack was lethal, as though in a twinkling, it could snatch away his opponent's life.

The silhouettes of the two traveled through the sky, their competition casting an atmosphere of tension that enveloped the entire battlefield. The spectators gasped in awe, for even though they stood at a distance, they could feel the power of their sword moves.

Julian felt a pressure unlike any before. It's not that he hadn't encountered formidable adversaries, but White Mitchell's strength far surpassed his imagination. Mitchell's attacks came in like a raging torrent, nearly rendering him no time to counterattack. A stubborn fighting will rose in his heart; he determinedly decided to combat with all his might.

With a sway of his body, he vanished from his original spot, appearing behind White Mitchell. The longsword in his hand trembled, the Sword Qi shone, like a dragon, it slashed towards White Mitchell with an overbearing strength!

The expression on White Mitchell's face subtly changed, he immediately reacted, quickly turning around. A cold light flickered in his eyes, like a meteor cutting through the night sky. His sword clashed with Julian's, causing an enormous roaring sound.

The atmosphere in the battlefield grew increasingly tenser, both men making no compromise, competing as if fighting for their lives. Their swordsmanship surged like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, their power increasing, almost beyond imagination.

Suddenly, White Mitchell emitted a long howl, accompanied by a sudden change in his sword moves. His sword light, transforming into a screen of pouring rain, ferociously assaulted Julian. The rain resembling a sword assault, carrying a fierce momentum, pushed Julian into continuous retreat.

Julian felt enormous pressure; he was aware that he had to use his trump card to compete with White Mitchell. An idea emerged in his mind; he decided at all costs to use his do-or-die sword technique.

His body reacted, like a tiger swooping down the mountain, relying on his superb movements, he moved side to side, trapping White Mitchell within. His sword technique attacked like a whirlwind, its speed leaving everyone dumbstruck.

On one side was the golden sword light, on the other, the sword shadow in the dark. Both were complementing each other, just like a magnificent display of sword dance. Spectators were almost captivated by this fantastic combat, they couldn't imagine how long such an intense fight would continue.

With the passage of time, Julian gradually found himself at a disadvantage. His body was laden with bruises; fresh blood constantly gushed out. He felt pain, he felt exhaustion, but he never gave up.

He took a deep breath, deciding to use the last of his strength, displaying his proudest sword technique: Heaven and Earth Boundless Sword!

The earth beneath him started to tremble slightly, the sword in his hand emanating a boundless Sword Intent. A strong Sword Qi suddenly enveloped him, the entire battlefield seemed to be drawn into this Sword Intent.

His sword descended from the sky, like a waterfall thundering down, carrying endless momentum as it slashed towards White Mitchell. The sword light flickered, illuminating the entire battlefield and in a split second, attracting everyone's attention.

White Mitchell stared at Julian's sword. A trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes. He knew if he was hit by this sword, he was afraid he wouldn't escape death.

The sword in his hand also revealed a boundless Sword Intent, colliding with Julian's Sword Intent. The two gargantuan forces intertwined in the sky, forming a huge vortex of energy, its power was boundless.

White Mitchell's movements were nimble, his figure fluttered in the sword light like a butterfly, meeting each of Julian's sword strikes accurately and dissolving the oncoming attack. His sword danced like a flowing cloud, and the faint sound of a dragon's roar could be heard amidst the swordplay.

“White Mitchell, do you think you can block my sword with those mere moves? You're too naive!”

Julian let out a furious roar, his momentum surged with increased sword momentum. The sword light assaulted like violently fluctuating waves, an immense pressure that seemed to suck the breath from White Mitchell. But White Mitchell laughed, his eyes revealing a trace of determination.

“Naive? Do you think you're the strongest swordsman in the world? I'm not afraid of you!”

His body suddenly transformed into a ghostly afterimage, swiftly rising into the sky, the brilliant sword light of fluctuating Sword Intent radiating from his hand. White Mitchell's swordsmanship was renowned for its speed, its blade light harboring an immense malicious aura, as though a devil had descended.

Julian felt a wave of terror, he rapidly retreated a few steps, avoiding White Mitchell's attack. He was internally on guard, this White Mitchell was more difficult to deal with than he had imagined.

As the two once again clashed, the air filled with the smell of gunpowder and the sound of blade colliding with blade, the entire battlefield falling into chaos. The spectators, captivated, couldn't take their eyes off the fight between these two top-tier swordsmen.

Sword light pierced the heavens, Sword Qi crisscrossing, the strong wind lifting up dust and causing trees on the battlefield to topple one after another. Their blows becoming increasingly fierce, and the sword energies intertwining, evenly matched.

White Mitchell suddenly deployed a secret sword technique, his body transforming into a sword light, zooming towards Julian in an instant. As their swords clashed, a vicious and malicious smile surfaced in his eyes.

“Die!”

He shouted loudly, increasing his force, his sword momentum was like a dragon or tiger, sweeping towards Julian like a rampant flood. Julian only felt a surge of immense force coming towards him, scrambling to resist but he was forced back several steps, his blood roaring in his veins.

“You're still not strong enough!”

Julian roared in fury, as though igniting the fighting spirit buried deep within him. His sword erupted in a blinding light, like a star exploding, Sword Qi carpet bombing towards White Mitchell.

White Mitchell's face was grave, he knew he was facing a formidable opponent, the other's sword momentum had exceeded his expectations. But he showed no fear, instead, his resolve to victory grew even stronger.

His sword suddenly changed direction, bypassing Julian's Sword Qi, directly piercing towards his chest. Julian's eyes widened in surprise, he hadn't expected White Mitchell to change his move like this, with the sword tip rapidly approaching, he hurriedly used his sword to block.

“Crack!”

With a crisp sound, the sword in Julian's hand was shattered by White Mitchell's sword, his complexion turned deathly pale. Blood seeped from his fingers, dropping onto the ground, leaving a chillingly bloody scene.

Taking advantage of the situation, White Mitchell launched a fierce attack, his Sword Qi pouring down on Julian like a violent storm. Julian tried to resist with all his might, but he was still unable to withstand the other's onslaught.

Bang, bang, bang!

Julian's body was struck by Sword Qi, causing him to stumble back several steps, fresh blood spurted from his mouth. The crowd gasped and cheered for White Mitchell as he defeated Julian.

Julian's eyes glared wide in fury, his sword once again drawn, the blade light flashing like electricity, he charged at White Mitchell once more. Enduring the intense pain, he showed no signs of shrinking back.

“White Mitchell, do you really think this is over? I have not lost yet!”

His voice was filled with fury and tenacity, his roar seemed to shatter the surrounding air.

Their sword momentum again clashed, this time, Julian barely blocked White Mitchell's attack and, using his full strength, counterattacked. His sword moves were continuous, his blade light weaving back and forth, their Sword Qi evened out the surrounding ground.

The clash of their swords grew increasingly intense, their powers stirred against each other, scattering the battlefield's dirt and stones. The dense black cloud gave the impression that a colossal storm was on the horizon.

The spectators, lost in the intense atmosphere of the fight, found themselves unable to tear their gaze away from these two top swordsman.

Like an eternal moment, the collision of Sword Intent in mid-air linked the two figures into one, moving at a speed that seemed to allow people to see the residual images of the sword. Their bodies sometimes resembled swallows floating in the air, and sometimes crossed like sparks of electricity.

Blood and Sword Qi pervaded the battlefield, forming a thick murderous atmosphere. Julian felt his Sword Intent boiling within his body, he knew that he had reached his limit.

If he continued further, he wouldn't be able to push on.

However, White Mitchell too was not faring well. Despite his extraordinary talent for swordsmanship, he was unable to overthrow Julian easily. Their strengths matched each other well, neck and neck.

At that moment, Julian was filled with a surge of determination. Brandishing his sword with newfound vigor, he launched one last attack on White Mitchell with everything he had.

White Mitchell watched as Julian's sword momentum became even more ferocious, filling his heart with respect. This was the most formidable opponent he had ever faced, a swordsman who also bore an indomitable will. He calmed himself down, finding an opening amidst the flurry of swords.

His sword momentum shifted, swift and unparalleled, like arrows tearing through the air, heading straight for Julian's chest.

Julian could feel the chill of death approaching, he knew he was helpless. However, he did not give up.

He made a final effort to dodge, but a blade of Sword Qi still slashed across his chest, and blood splattered out.

Julian lost consciousness almost instantly, collapsing onto the ground.

The battlefield was permeated with a murderous atmosphere, his vision blurring. He could feel his life gradually waning, but he refused to fall just yet.

Seeing Julian collapsed on the ground filled White Mitchell's heart with a measure of compassion. He lowered his sword, refraining from landing the final blow. Taking a deep breath, he slowly approached Julian.

White Mitchell crouched down, lightly touching Julian's forehead. He could feel that Julian was still breathing faintly. He had not yet died.

A firm light flashed across White Mitchell's eyes. With his endless practice of the Sword Dao, he decided to use his Sword Power to save Julian.

He pulled out a Sword Talisman, bit his finger, and dripped blood onto the talisman. The Sword Talisman radiated a strong light, enveloping Julian.

White Mitchell making hand seals, began to cast an ancient sword curse. A mystical force began to circulate in Julian's body, healing his injured organs and bones.

As time slowly slipped away, White Mitchell found himself drenched in sweat. He knew that casting this curse had drained a considerable amount of his power, but he had no regrets.

Finally, Julian's breathing started to stabilize, and he opened his eyes again. Looking gratefully at White Mitchell, his heart was filled with admiration.

“I'm grateful for your life-saving kindness, Brother Chen!” Julian bowed slightly, his voice sincere.

White Mitchell shook his head, indicating Julian need not be overly grateful. In his heart, he understood that their relationship had changed after this fight, becoming a blurred line between friends and foes.

They fought side by side on the battlefield, and witnessed each other's realms of Sword Dao. This life and death battle allowed them to discover the true essence of the sword they had been pursuing within each other.

Julian and White Mitchell silently stood up and left the battlefield together. Their figures gradually disappeared into the distance, each embarking on their own Sword Dao path.

Chapter end