Suddenly, Sabrina seemed to sense something and stopped in her tracks. The demoness ahead also felt the danger and halted instantly. The two girls stood on opposite sides of a steep but not very tall hill, each unleashing their divine arts almost simultaneously, imprinting them onto the mountain before them.
The two unleashed their raging divine arts through the mountain, colliding inside the rock. After a brief moment of stillness, the mountain suddenly collapsed, smoke and dust billowing like mist.
Within the haze, rune marks began to shatter and dissolve, turning into bursts of light like fireworks. Neither girl could see the other; each spun through the sparks, sword pills and saber pills flying from their sleeves, swirling around their graceful forms like fireflies. Tiny flying swords and curved blades danced through their dresses.
Sabrina had trained in sword arts under her father, God Sang Ye, while the demoness across from her was a disciple of Mordao Foloto, specializing in saber arts.
In an instant they collided, like two butterflies tangling in fireworks. The saber pills and sword pills spun and chimed, the minuscule blades and swords clashing and sparking with bursts of light.
"God Sang Ye's sword arts—you're Sabrina!"
"Mordao Foloto's saber arts—you're Biyi!"
The two instantly recognized each other's sword and saber arts. Amidst the flashing blades, the two girls, light as startled swans, unleashed close-range divine arts. Saber light cut through the spells, sword light brushed past their hair, and the spinning saber pills and sword pills flared, illuminating their eyes and each other.
Though their bodies seemed slender and delicate, they hid power surpassing even Quinn's. The moment they saw each other, their minds hadn't yet reacted, but their bodies moved on instinct—palms, elbows, shoulders, legs, and knees all attacked like a storm!
Both girls grunted as they were struck, tumbling out of the sparks like sacks rolling down a hillside. They rolled and flipped for six or seven li before finally coming to a stop.
Just as they stopped, the sword pills and saber pills they'd launched at each other arrived overhead. Swords and sabers rained down, and in an instant, hundreds of flying blades from the pills poured down like a storm.
Rolling and flipping, Sabrina pulled a bow from her back and, catlike, spun once, firing more than ten arrows. Thirteen li away, Biyi also drew her demon bow to retaliate.
Behind them, saber light and sword light kept falling, relentless.
They circled around a mountain peak, fighting across the ridge. Bowstrings vibrated with crisp sounds, and that peak was soon riddled with more than a dozen holes.
They sprinted at full speed, dodging arrows and flying blades. Suddenly, Sabrina spotted the enormous axe and spear—they'd fought their way back to the site of the axe-spear clash.
One girl dashed onto the giant axe, the other leaped onto the black spear. They zigzagged forward, attacking each other, and when they reached the tops of the two divine weapons, both suddenly dropped like meteors, unleashing vicious strikes midair.
"Ah—!"
A scream rang out. Sabrina looked over in alarm and saw Biyi fall straight into a trap she'd set earlier, instantly triggering her sword pill array!
As God Sang Ye's only surviving child, Sabrina lacked for nothing. She couldn't forge Sword Pills as powerful as Quinn's, but she still carried plenty.
She arranged seven Sword Pills inside her own Seven-Stars Sword Diagram. The Seven-Stars Sword Diagram is a formation from High-Emperor Heaven; since most practitioners there dislike complex calculation arts, they simply copy ancestral sword diagrams and refine treasures according to those blueprints, saving time for cultivation.
The Seven-Stars Sword Diagram is one of these inherited arrays.
The diagram itself isn't complicated; many practitioners blindly copy the formation, so its power is usually mediocre. But when combined with seven Sword Pills, it becomes truly formidable.
In a life-and-death battle like this, even being delayed for a moment can mean death—let alone falling into a formation trap.
Without hesitation, Sabrina fired arrow after arrow into the sword diagram. Biyi desperately blocked, fighting to survive her assault, but the next moment Sabrina's Sword Pill whistled out, its flying swords forming a line—the first sword pierced Biyi's brow, the second followed, each blade passing through the same spot, and hundreds of sword lights erupted from the back of her head.
Biyi's body went rigid, then was swallowed by a flood of flying swords unleashed by the Seven-Stars Sword Diagram.
"Did I win?"
Sabrina stood stunned for a moment, then her confidence surged. She packed away the Seven-Stars Sword Diagram and Sword Pills, leaving the axe-spear battlefield to search for more opponents.
Outside the Sand-Table World, God Sang Ye was sweating like rain. As a god, his eyes were sharp; he could tell his daughter's victory over Biyi was pure luck.
After the massacre of her family, Sabrina had trained hard and survived many battles, but compared to Biyi—a demon expert hardened by countless wars—she was still a step behind, lacking the same tempering by life and death.
Defeating Biyi was pure luck; she couldn't rely on fortune every time. If she faced more demon experts, she might lose her last remaining family right before her eyes.
Suddenly, God Sang Ye paused, surveying the Sand-Table World.
Several more battles had ended in the Sand-Table World; the number of demon experts had dropped sharply. Only two remained: Zechariah Lee, disciple of Furylo, and Jiang Yi, another disciple of True Demon Sumo.
As for the young talents of High-Emperor Heaven, four remained: Quinn, Rain He, Sabrina, and Shu Yao. Rain He found Shu Yao, and the two joined forces to slay a powerful enemy.
Of course, most were killed by Quinn, the one threshing grain.
It was Quinn's killing of three demon experts that gave High-Emperor Heaven's side the numbers advantage.
Jiang Yi was extremely powerful, but after fighting head-on with his opponents, he was seriously wounded and his remaining strength was low. This might be Sabrina's chance to survive.
"But Rain He and Shu Yao, those two top talents, are wounded too..."
God Sang Ye's heart tightened again as he watched his daughter rush toward the blacksmith boy.
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At the edge of the Sand-Table World, Zechariah Lee carried his demon saber like an ascetic, walking forward step by measured step. He used no divine arts, his pace slow and steady, each stride perfectly measured as if by ruler—never a fraction too long or short.
Those were the rules of his saber technique.
Most demon experts are wild and uninhibited—their moves sweeping and bold, unconcerned with details. Sometimes they erupt with terrifying power out of nowhere.
But Zechariah Lee first apprenticed under God-Knife Logan Cross, a blade-path deity whose saber arts are rooted in precise calculation. Every strike's angle, force, step, body movement—even the trajectory of each muscle—was strictly measured, never a hair out of place.
Even deeper, the flow of yuanqi, the mobilization of the Primordial Spirit, intent, and energy—all had to obey the rules.
Zechariah Lee grew up under this teaching. Unlike High-Emperor Heaven's divine arts practitioners, to master Logan Cross's saber, he had to excel in numerology—and reach the highest level before he could truly wield it.
Though ordered to descend to High-Emperor Heaven and apprentice under Furylo, he never adopted Furylo's wild, uninhibited style. He still bound himself to the rules he learned from Logan Cross—upright, flawless, never a misstep.
He reached the wall of fire in the Sand-Table World, looked up, and saw Quinn standing with his back to him, holding a sword up to the flames and inspecting his craftsmanship.
Unlike Zechariah Lee's rigor, the youth before him radiated the same wild, uninhibited spirit as Furylo.
The way that youth raised his sword, so bold and heroic before the fire, was a kind of grandeur Zechariah Lee could never learn.
Zechariah Lee's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly steadied himself. At that moment, he realized the youth had noticed his hesitation—the boy tilted his head, glancing sideways at him out of the corner of his eye.
But soon he realized the youth wasn't really watching him from the corner of his eye—he was looking at the sword, using its mirror-bright blade to observe Zechariah Lee.
"He feigned a sidelong glance just to throw off my judgment. If I attacked now, I'd miscalculate and he'd seize the initiative."
Zechariah Lee raised an eyebrow. For experts like them, a single misread of the opponent's subtle movements could spell defeat.
Sometimes, victory or defeat hinges on the tiniest error!
"So shrewd—far beyond his years."
Zechariah Lee inhaled deeply, his chest swelling. This was the youth his master, God-Knife Logan Cross, had spoken of so often—urging him to find this boy and show him his saber technique!
Suddenly, Zechariah Lee bowed deeply to Quinn and said solemnly, "My master is Logan Cross."
Quinn turned, laid the sword on the forge, and said, "I know. I remember him."
Zechariah Lee remained bowed. "My master said, if I met you, I must show you the saber technique he created!"
As he bowed, the demon eye on the saber at his back suddenly opened, its blood-red pupil spinning and fixing on Quinn.
Quinn smiled, resting his palm on the forge as flying swords, like grains of sand, streamed into his hand and condensed into a perfect sphere, no bigger than a fingertip.
"I'd like to see his saber technique too."
Quinn gripped the sword sphere. "You demonstrate his saber technique on his behalf, so your bow was not for me, but for him?"
Zechariah Lee straightened and nodded.
Quinn smiled. "He wielded the saber one-handed. When you learned his technique, did you master it with one hand or two?"
Zechariah Lee's pupils contracted.
Quinn missed none of Zechariah Lee's tiny facial changes. Noticing his shrinking pupils, Quinn's smile widened. "Zechariah Lee, you may show me his saber technique now."
Zechariah Lee instantly felt an invisible pressure bearing down on his Dao-heart!
Quinn's question about one hand or two placed crushing weight on his Dao-heart—because Logan Cross was the one-armed God-Knife!
If he'd mastered the one-handed style, his other arm was useless in battle; any divine art or technique performed with it would never blend perfectly with his saber arm, leaving a flaw to exploit.
If he'd learned with both hands, then he hadn't truly mastered Logan Cross's one-armed saber. Using both hands, he'd never reach the technique's perfection or grasp its true essence!
Zechariah Lee was sent to the lower realm not just to fulfill Logan Cross's wish, but mainly to find a way to perfect his saber technique from Furylo—through training and battle, to patch his flaws and advance to the level of a teenage true god of divine arts!
Now, with a single exchange, his opponent had seen through his strengths and weaknesses—whether he drew his saber or not, he was caught in a dilemma!
Outside the Sand-Table World, the Woodcutter Sage's eyes lit up. He glanced at the Black Tiger God and said gravely, "His heart-realm is astoundingly strong—he suppressed Zechariah Lee's heart-realm the moment they met. Why do you say his mental cultivation is poor?"
The Black Tiger God's ears flattened against his head and he protested in a low voice, "His mental cultivation really is poor—he's always changing expression... And Master, didn't you just say his temperament is too jumpy, his heart-realm too weak?"
The Woodcutter Sage's expression didn't change. "I didn't say that, don't make things up. You misheard."
The Black Tiger God pouted, a vein bulged on the Woodcutter Sage's forehead, and the Black Tiger God quickly lowered his head and smiled apologetically. "Little Tiger must have misheard."
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