By the steps, the dark-robed man stood poised.

In the pavilion, there was the geezer with his mastery of Opheotivus up his sleeves.

These two figures faced each other, embodying two generations of extraordinary prowess.

Cao Changqing, known for his disdain for weapons, showed no fear or concern as he faced Li Chungang, the renowned old God of Sword. With unwavering determination, he continued to advance, unaffected by the overwhelming power of his opponent.

Without Li Chungang even lifting his arm, a series of zigzagging ravines materialized on the ground between him and Cao Changqing as the sword aura roared onto the walls.