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Longing Love Unfinished, it leaves one in a melancholic trance.
Zuo Dao was not without a way to counter Three-Finger Flick, but he suddenly remembered that his Sword Dance had reached a critical point of transformation. The Xiangsi Sword and the Soul-Devouring Blade, which had been quietly resting within him, suddenly stirred to life.
After a period of nurturing, these twin blades had begun to develop their own consciousness, what is known as a Spirit Tool. This was the first time Zuo Dao felt their emotions.
He couldn't understand how someone like him, who cherished peace, could possess such combative tools.
Of course, he would not refuse their request; after all, it was their first demand.
As soon as the twin blades manifested, they radiated a unique brilliance.
Northern Crossing Qing was undoubtedly familiar with these blades, having just fought alongside them. However, this reunion, though brief, felt distinctly different.
Longing is like the moon; it captivates the soul like the sun.
Without Zuo Dao needing to intervene, they automatically charged toward “Three-Finger Flick.”
This was their first battle since emerging, yet they unleashed an astonishing attack.
If time were like a shuttle weaving through the rings of years, then they were like a net capturing all moments.
If Beidu Liufeng's Flowing Wind Finger represented a battlefield, then they were a historical record inscribing everything that transpired.
Even Beidu Liufeng experienced a momentary daze at the appearance of the Xiangsi Sword and the Soul-Devouring Blade.
It wasn't that the wind was heartless; it was merely that retention held intention.
This Cultivator was truly formidable.
The Three-Finger Flick was broken, and Beidu Liufeng showed little expression, though a hint of apprehension flickered in his eyes. A cultivator no older than twenty had actually intercepted an attack from a Life and Death Realm Cultivator.
If he weren't involved, Beidu Liufeng would have thought it a joke. But seeing it unfold right before him felt entirely natural.
The Xiangsi Sword and the Soul-Devouring Blade hung in the air like a brilliant sun and moon, their radiant light shattering Beidu Liufeng's finger technique as if a meteor shower had descended.
"May I ask your name?" After his attack was thwarted, Beidu Liufeng did not rush to launch a second strike but instead began to inquire about Zuo Dao's background.
"Zuo Dao, the Left of Heterodox, the Path of the Unorthodox."
Listening to Zuo Dao's self-introduction, Beidu Liufeng suddenly felt as if a flock of birds had flown over his head.
"Friend Zuo is indeed exceptionally talented." His expression remained unchanged, but his aged voice made listeners worry he might collapse at any moment. Could a cultivator above the Void Realm really fall with just a few words?
"You're too kind. It's truly your cultivation that makes me feel ashamed!" This was Zuo Dao's heartfelt response; Beidu Liufeng's strength was indeed formidable.
If a Life and Death Realm cultivator wasn't considered powerful, then what kind of person could be deemed strong?
An immortal!?
That was beyond human consideration; the realm of immortals could no longer be called cultivation.
"I'm just relying on my experience over the years, not comparable to you!" At this moment, Beidu Liufeng had to start taking Zuo Dao seriously.
Previously, he had only thought about the immense benefits he would gain from seizing the other party's body, but now he had to consider whether Zuo Dao had some extraordinary backing.
Achieving such cultivation at this age made it hard for him to believe that it was solely through personal effort; it was easier to believe that he had already become an immortal.
"Mount Hua Ziwang Peak? I must admit I've never heard of it. Which Great Power established it?" Although he knew Zuo Dao wouldn't reveal the truth, Beidu Liufeng still asked.
Zuo Dao could sense a hint of Beidu Liufeng's intentions, though he couldn't quite grasp what the other party was truly after.
The moment Beidu Liufeng appeared, Zuo Dao caught a glimpse of greed in his eyes. What exactly did he want from him?
"Just like Northern Crossing Star," Zuo Dao replied, not revealing the truth. However, Moling Star did bear some resemblance to Northern Crossing Star. Although it was situated within the Great Star Domain, it lacked its coordinates.
Upon hearing Zuo Dao's response, a subtle change flickered across Beidu Liufeng's face.
"An immortal's descendant?" This was Beidu Liufeng's first thought. It was the only explanation for how someone so young could possess such strength. Even with the resources of the Northern Crossing Family, they couldn't cultivate someone like him. Could it be that Mount Hua Ziwang Peak was established by someone more powerful than his own ancestors?
Zuo Dao paid no mind to Beidu Liufeng's current thoughts; no matter how he pondered, he wouldn't arrive at a conclusion.
"Let's fight, old man. There's no point in chatting; if we don't battle, I might just leave!" Zuo Dao teased, nearly provoking Beidu Liufeng into anger.
"Child, even if your sect is strong, this isn't your Mount Hua Ziwang Peak. Are you not afraid that I might really keep you here?" Beidu Liufeng rarely lost his temper but couldn't let Zuo Dao simply walk away.
"You know that? You ask so many questions just to figure out what kind of existence is behind me," Zuo Dao shot back with a dismissive glance at Beidu Liufeng. "If you want to keep me here, let's see if you have the capability."
In the air, the Xiangsi Sword and Soul-Devouring Blade seemed to respond to Zuo Dao, clashing in the void and producing a soft chime.
Beidu Liufeng's expression shifted upon hearing Zuo Dao's words as he waved his hand, signaling the members of Beidu First Clan to leave. While watching the battle could provide them with insights, the upcoming fight was not something they were qualified to witness; even a slight leak of power could pose a lethal threat to them.
Once again, it was the Wind Immortal Finger, but its power now was unlike before.
Though Beidu Liufeng was aged, his strength was solidly in the Realm of Life and Death. He moved with purpose, leaving real footprints in the void as if walking on solid ground.
With ten fingers dancing wildly, he lunged towards Zuo Dao, his finger rays piercing through the void and creating turbulence that echoed with "whoosh whoosh whoosh," as if space itself were being torn apart.
Before Zuo Dao could make a move, the Xiangsi Sword and Soul-Devouring Blade spun in midair and unleashed several beams of light.
The sound of clashing weapons echoed everywhere, a fierce battle unfolding between blades and fingers, both in the air and on the ground.
At this moment, Zuo Dao turned his gaze towards the duel of swords. Although he did not fully understand what had changed, he was astonished by the performance of the Xiangsi Sword and the Soul-Devouring Blade.
With each step, they struck with devastating force, shaking the earth and dimming the light of day. Countless cries of anguish rose from the ground beneath their feet, while the vast sky above wept in despair.
Beidu Liufeng's attacks conjured numerous natural phenomena—flames burned, floods surged, wood ensnared, earth defended, metal sliced, and thunder roared.
The void was continuously distorted and then restored under immense power.
Zuo Dao transformed into a wisp of smoke, channeling streams of energy into the swords. The Xiangsi Sword and Soul-Devouring Blade resonated with power; if forged from divine stones or celestial materials, their might would multiply exponentially.
Taking hits without retaliating was certainly not Zuo Dao's style. However, Beidu Liufeng's relentless onslaught overwhelmed him, forcing him into a defensive stance that left him feeling frustrated.
Indeed, striking first meant gaining the upper hand; those who acted later would suffer!
Beidu Liufeng grew increasingly adept in his attacks. Unlike his usual sparring sessions with the Elders where he held back, he unleashed all his spirit and strength against Zuo Dao.
He realized that no matter how powerful his strikes were, they could not inflict any substantial harm on Zuo Dao. The more he fought, the more exhilarated he became. As he had previously stated, killing in Northern Crossing Star was just that—killing. If necessary, he could always find a place to hide. By the time his opponent found him again, it was likely that possession would have already been completed.
The light from their blades formed a net that ensnared Beidu Liufeng's attacks completely.
Yet despite Beidu Liufeng's relentless killing intent, he could not touch Zuo Dao. A rumble of thunder echoed within him as Zuo Dao's ferocity took his opponent by surprise.
Although this was not Beidu Liufeng's optimal fighting form, Zuo Dao also refrained from unleashing his full power. It was simply that Zuo Dao could endure while Beidu Liufeng could not.
With every step Beidu Liufeng took, countless attacks erupted around him. The ground trembled with a resounding "boom," as mountains crumbled and earth shattered beneath them.
As the battle intensified, their destructive power grew stronger. If it weren't for the vastness of Northern Crossing Star's space, it would have likely been breached by now; though unbroken, the ground lay in ruins.
The path they traversed was one of devastation. Fortunately, it was an uninhabited area, sparing many lives from the catastrophe, but the volcanic fury and geysers erupted nonetheless.
Chunks of earth shattered beneath their feet, and vast stretches of forest were obliterated. Mountains were flattened, and plains turned into depressions, yet the flames of battle showed no signs of abating.
Beidu Liufeng showed no mercy; by the time he took his ninety-ninth step, he had transformed from a stooped old man into a robust middle-aged figure.
"I never expected to be forced to reveal my true form at this age. You should feel honored to die without regrets!" Beidu Liufeng's calm tone was laced with murderous intent. Even if he couldn't seize his opponent's body today, he would ensure their destruction. Such an enemy could not exist in this world.
"Old man, don’t think that just because you look younger, you can kill me," Zuo Dao replied lightly as he threw a punch that Beidu Liufeng dodged, sending it crashing into the distance and reducing a mountain peak to dust. "I can outpace you by ten streets."
At that moment, Beidu Liufeng withdrew his ten fingers from the attack, clasped his hands together, and raised them high before bringing them down toward Zuo Dao.
"There is great terror between life and death."
A mysterious force surged within him, culminating in a devastating strike that unleashed a black energy field aimed at Zuo Dao.
Following the Wind Immortal Finger, Beidu Liufeng invoked another secret technique—one that did not belong to the Northern Crossing Lineage.
The Terror Hammer Technique!
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