Above Logan Cross, swords and divine arts collided—hundreds of techniques clashed overhead, each erupting with power, shattering the sky above him to dust.
Terrifying waves of force crashed down. The silver needles covering Logan’s body melted away under the searing heat, but even without his magic, his cultivation alone was formidable.
Though Quinn Shepherd and Aaron Featherwind were both incredibly strong, compared to him—a master at the High Heaven realm—they still fell short. The aftermath of their divine arts couldn’t harm him.
He looked up and saw the two locked in a contest of divine arts, neither gaining the upper hand. Some of Quinn’s flying swords were blocked, but others pierced through Aaron’s techniques, streaking toward him dozens of miles away.
Aaron’s divine arts surged like tidal waves, each one greater than the last, drowning the river of flying swords and crashing toward Quinn.
Both steadied themselves, stopped retreating, and strode forward—charging up the mountain, divine arts and swords clashing, their movements thunderous and swift as lightning.
Aaron met Quinn’s flying swords head-on, shaking his wings—the blue-gold feather swords whirled madly around him, colliding with the incoming blades!
"Feather Veil Over the Sky!"
He charged forward through the flying swords, refusing to dodge or flinch. Instead, he gathered his momentum, determined to reach the summit and unleash his power at its peak—slaying Quinn in a single blow!
Meanwhile, on the other side of the mountain, Quinn’s yuanqi surged upward, transforming into a great Heaven Bell that descended, covering him.
DONG DONG DONG—
The Heaven Bell rang out again and again, blocking Aaron Featherwind’s divine arts. Though the bell soon shattered, another formed instantly to take its place.
Quinn charged forward, the bell tolling with every step, his momentum mounting—clearly, he shared the same intent as Aaron.
When two warriors meet on a narrow path, the brave one wins. This wasn’t a narrow path, but victory here would still belong to the one with the fiercest resolve!
More and more flying swords streaked toward Aaron, clashing with his feather swords in a deafening storm of clangs. Suddenly, a flying sword pierced through the Feather Veil Over the Sky and stabbed at him.
Feather Veil Over the Sky was a sword art he’d created himself. But since Heaven had never undergone reform, to Aaron it seemed flawless—yet to Quinn, it was riddled with openings.
Aaron kept charging forward, a halo quaking behind his head—a blessing from Venerable Vast-Sky, shielding him from the flying swords.
But more and more flying swords broke through the Feather Veil, stabbing from every angle. The sword arts grew ever more exquisite, and even Venerable Vast-Sky’s blessing couldn’t hold them back.
Aaron swung his arms to block, unleashing all kinds of divine arts as he raced ahead, his momentum surging toward its peak.
He couldn’t afford to give up his momentum or stop moving, so his divine arts fell short of their usual perfection and power.
Shhk—a flying sword darted out, stabbing into his body.
Aaron Featherwind grit his teeth, his Primordial Spirit in the Heaven Palace behind his head still blasting Quinn with attacks. The Heaven Bell rang endlessly, shattering again and again, and in the split second before it could reform, Aaron’s divine art struck Quinn, leaving him badly wounded.
Shhk.
Aaron took another sword, then yet another pierced his chest.
Shhk shhk shhk—in a blink, more than a dozen flying swords protruded from his chest. Blood trickled from his lips, but he grinned, never slowing his stride, his momentum savage and unstoppable!
The summit was now within reach. Quinn stood just ahead, not far away.
But the swords embedded in his flesh exploded with hidden divine arts, wrecking his body’s inner workings, destroying his Divine Treasuries—even one sword burst with light, slashing at his Divine Bridge!
If that sword struck true, Quinn wouldn’t even need to finish him—his own Heaven Palace would crush him to death!
Aaron Featherwind could already see the hour of his death!
"By order of the Supreme!"
He charged at Quinn, grinning wide, his white teeth stained red with blood, his momentum bursting with fury: "I must bring Shepherd Heavenly Venerable’s head to him! I can’t take Shepherd’s head, but I can claim his life! Eighteen Methods to Slaughter Shepherd!"
"Heaven-Feather Wilds!"
In that instant, his savage momentum reached its peak. Behind him, endless flying feathers spread out like a desolate sky. His body and Primordial Spirit feathered and transformed, becoming a single overwhelming divine art that crashed into Quinn.
Logan Cross looked up and saw the two collide in that split second. The terrifying force swept through the air, flattening every cloud in the sky.
The shockwave split the mighty mountain in two, its waterfall divided, each half like a hundred-li-long snowy ribbon whipped up by a hurricane, fluttering in the wind.
A muffled groan escaped Quinn—this Heaven-Feather Wilds divine art struck precisely at one of his few weaknesses, its force twisting his body.
He heard the sound of his finger bones breaking, then the crack spread to his hand, his arm, his neck, and his skull.
A sharp sound rang from his chest, like two strings of firecrackers exploding, the cracks running all the way down to the soles of his feet!
DONG DONG.
Quinn and Aaron Featherwind landed, one to the left, one to the right, on the split peaks of the mountain—their clash had cleaved it in two.