On the Heavenly Arena, as Zhou Bai and Xiang Tiandi fought to the death.

Fleeing all the way from Central City and hoping to arrive in time to support, Yun Chonghe and Ying Hui finally reached the edge of the battlefield.

Witnessing from afar the massive silhouette blocking the sun and covering the sky, and Zhou Bai punching until Xiang Tiandi was forced to his knees, the two old men were utterly shocked.

Ying Hui laughed excitedly, "Did you see that! Zhou Bai! My student! Not even the Thunder Division Marshal is a match for him now!"

"I always said Zhou Bai had the potential of gods and immortals! He is destined to be humanity's savior!"

Yun Chonghe first stroked his beard and smiled, but then his expression turned serious as he looked at the projection, because Xiang Tiandi had already transformed, with massive wings covering most of the arena.

The two exchanged a glance, eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

"That's... a mutation... but it seems more like the demon bloodline of the Sky Flipping Sect..."

"Let's go!"

...

At this moment, with the awakening of the Heavenly Sword Elder, his entire sword body had mutated into a gigantic sword hundreds of meters long. Under Yun Chonghe's strenuous control, it slashed down from the heavens, with a force as if to tear apart the sky, aiming at the head of Si Yi, the Heavenly Lord of Plague.

However, the Heavenly Lord of Plague did not move but continued to dance, showcasing a graceful figure and exuding infinite primal allure.

For she knew there was someone present who could block this attack for her.

As long as this person was present, she never worried about being ambushed by anyone; she only needed to focus on suppressing Li Xiuzhu.

At this moment, Fan Ming, who had been biding his time on the sidelines, was completely shrouded in a layer of bright silver armor.

He disdained joining the other gods and immortals in ganging up on Li Xiuzhu, yet he wouldn't allow others to ambush the Heavenly Lord of Plague.

As the enormous sword fell from the sky, Fan Ming's figure moved, creating a gust of air. In an instant, he appeared in front of the gigantic sword and abruptly stopped, the airwaves he generated crashing against each other, producing sonic booms one after another.

Facing the oncoming giant sword, Fan Ming had no intention of retreating; rather, his combat philosophy was always to overpower strength with strength, to confront force with force.

Fan Ming looked at the enormous sword descending from the heavens, gently clenched his fist, and as the air was crushed, a crackling explosion echoed.

And it was this simple fist-clenching motion that seemed to intimidate the Primordial Spirits of everyone present, as if their consciousnesses were being drawn out, sucked into Fan Ming's grasp.

At this moment, Fan Ming's right hand seemed to carry infinite magic power; with every move, heaven and earth transformed, and the human spirit wavered.

There was no change in Primordial Spirit power, no display of martial arts techniques, nor any hint of divine intervention.

Fan Ming straightforwardly and unfancifully threw a punch, directly striking the strongest point of the massive sword with his fist.

This Thunder Division's Jiu Xiao Marshal aimed to triumph by overcoming the enemy's strongest point.

Yun Chonghe's expression changed upon perceiving this scene: 'After the Heavenly Sword Elder awoke, he immediately went into complete mutation and could only rely on his last consciousness for one strike before losing control entirely. But even so, the power of this sword strike absolutely reached the divine level and further concealed the attack of mutation power.

Even if he were the Thunder Division Marshal, it would be impossible to block this sword with just his physical body...

In the next moment, the massive sword formed by the Heavenly Sword Elder collided fiercely with Fan Ming's fist. Fan Ming was too close to the sword, giving Yun Chonghe no chance to alter its course.

Fist met sword, a tremendous sound reverberated across the heavens and earth, explosions rang out within a hundred miles radius, and the aftershocks of the clashing forces surged in all directions, causing entire mountaintops to explode. Some cultivators with too low a cultivation level felt as though they had been smashed by an invisible giant hammer, bleeding from their seven orifices as they retreated.

And in this earth-shattering collision, when the giant sword struck Fan Ming's fist, it was as if a cleaver had struck steel plating, the giant sword slightly sinking and then halted, unable to advance.

Fan Ming stood his ground, not retreating even a single step.

Yun Chonghe was stunned by this sight: "What a terrifying physical body!"

The Heavenly Lord of Plague casually glanced at the Heavenly Sword Elder who was blocked, a slight curve appearing at her lips.

Jiu Xiao Marshal Fan Ming had ascended to godhood for several millennia and mastered all thunder techniques under the heavens.

During his prime, before the Heavenly Dao distorted, he had tempered his body with Heavenly Tribulation Lightning, his Divine Body renowned for warding off ten thousand evils, and his combat strength could no longer be measured by the mere degree of dao transformation.

He disdained ambushes, nor did he stoop to collaborations; his battles always concluded with absolute power and honorable momentum.

Yet, as the Heavenly Sword Elder, who had long overseen West Mountain City and dreaded by the celestial court, went into total mutation this moment, it naturally couldn't be so easily blocked by a mere hand of Fan Ming.

The entire giant sword contorted violently, sprouting flying swords from its metallic surface as if a sea of swords rose, covering the entire blade, densely packed like needles, pressing and entwining, growing denser and denser.

Fan Ming frowned slightly at this sight: 'Mutation? This feeling... is it the Heavenly Sword?'

When the giant sword initially descended, he had thought it was some treasure. Upon realizing it was a mutation entity, he was unwilling to continue making contact barehanded.

Fan Ming took a slight step back, a faint tremor passing through his body, arousing a gale across the sky.

He followed with another punch, propelling his fist forward, compressing the air into a tangible substance within an instant.

Layer upon layer of airflow, under the unavoidable pressure of immense power, crystallized into diamond-like transparency, then collided with the giant sword with a boom, akin to an invisible giant palm holding up the Heavenly Sword and forcibly pushing it upward.

But after a few punches, Fan Ming began to sense something amiss; the Heavenly Sword Elder, though transformed into a sword, still behaved like a living entity, exerting all effort to struggle, emitting varied and extreme emotions, while its body continuously spawned various forms of flying swords, swelling into a mountain of swords in a short time.

Every air-punch seemed to nourish the sword mountain, growing it ever broader and larger.

Allow this growth to continue unchecked, crossing tens or even hundreds of kilometers in length was not unimaginable.

And if such growth had no bounds, destroying an entire planet one day was conceivable.

'I can't allow this monster to continue growing.'

Fan Ming squinted his eyes, holding nothing back, punching one blow after another, violently driving the increasingly enormous sword mountain into the sky, pushing it toward outer space.