"Celestial Crimson Blade: Cleaving the World!"

"Blood Seeking Sword: Sunrise Blood."

BOOM!

The clash of two blades exploded. Wang Ling was using his everything and the Sword God was answering in kind. The two of them was not letting the other breathe or even take a split-second rest.

These two experts that had lived for millennia and reached the apex of their arts fought without any hesitation.

"Why are you going around posing as the Great Ancestor!? Who are you and who's the one behind all this!?" The Sword God asked as he and Wang Ling clashed blades.

Wang Ling received the sword and then slashed out with the ordinary sword, putting a distance between them. The light of his bloodline disappeared, but it didn't matter because it had done what it was meant to do, heal his injuries.

"What do you mean? I am not from that group!"

"You still lie!?" the Sword God dashed and got ready to cleave Wang Ling.

Wang Ling saw this and sighed, "This is why we are fighting… for being a Sword God, you're not exactly you have not seen enough."

CLANG!

BOOM!

The Apex of the Universe in this era was already determined. The Great Family Heads, the Tower Masters, the Olden Masters, the Five Gods, and the Deities.

Anyone from these groups could contend for the position of the strongest. One of the Five Gods, the Sword God was a part of three groups — he was the Sword God of the Five Gods — the Almighty Sword of the Heaven Hell Sword Tower — and one of the Olden Masters that lived through the change in the Universe.

He was a person whose sword had been tempered for thousands of years in so many battlefields, his enemies moved worlds, and his sword slew such enemies for years to no end.

He was one of the few who helped in the creation of the new cultivation system, he was one of the people who established its heights, he was one to always fight in the frontlines, yet, as of this moment, he found it hard to kill this impostor before him.

In one of the seven lowest worlds where the Sword God ran to when he was being pursued, he thought that after cleaning up the Impostors danger would subside. Yet, he couldn't have hoped to prepare that the strongest Impostor would be located in that very world.

SLASH!

The Sword God clashed with Wang Ling's right sword. Wang Ling swung his left, the Sword God kicked the hilt of the left sword, and then somersaulted mid-air before kicking Wang Ling away!

BAM!

Wang Ling was sent flying, he saw the trees he would be crashing into and swung his sword. SLASH* it was a quick movement, and the trees flew into the air, and as he regained his balance with a twist of his body Wang Ling proceeded to kick the still falling trees!

Four trees came flying towards the Sword God, "Celestial Crimson Blade: Hollowed Mountain." A set of sword slashes turned the oncoming trees into bits. The Sword God left a single part of a tree, used that as a foothold, and then sent himself flying down like a meteor!

The Sword God pulled back his sword and then concentrated the sword intent at the very tip of the blade. A red dot floated, his qi converged and his sword intent focused on the tip of his sword.

"Celestial Crimson Blade: Partition of Heaven and Earth." The Sword God's sword glowed a bright crimson, the illusory, almost ethereal image of an amicable asura appeared and then turned into a raging beast.

[A thrusting technique?] Wang Ling saw him approach, he stood his ground as he felt a tremendous danger. He just landed, if he dodges then the least of his worries would be missing a leg, thus, Wang Ling planted himself into the ground, raised both blades, and got ready to meet the enemy.

From what he could see the Celestial Crimson Blade of this masked swordsman was focused on attacking. Its attacks were fierce and its assault almost like an unstoppable bull. If anything, only a maniac would cultivate such a sword method.

It was incomparable to any balanced technique and was a cut above the rest of those attack-oriented sword methods. But Wang Ling was the one whose entire being was specialized to reap a life. When it came to killing, no matter the era, no matter the time, he was more experienced, more refined, and therefore, unmatched.

He pulled back the left sword, circulated his qi, and like the Sword God poured everything at the tip of his sword. Wang Ling met the Sword God's technique with his own, "Twilight Sword: Heavenly Ending."

The tip of their swords met!

An expulsion of qi happened around them, light a singularity it compressed and then sent the two of them flying several hundred meters away.

As the two once again gained distance from one another, they looked at each other's eyes. Instinctively, both of them know that the next strike would be the last.

The two of them prepared themselves, took a deep breath, sharpened their senses and then, went back in to finish the other off!

The last clash began!

"Celestial Crimson Blade: Executing the Deities!"

"Twilight Sword: Moon Severance!"

Clash!

Ting!

Wang Ling's left sword broke in two pieces. The Sword God's sword was almost upon his chest, so he used his remaining sword and executed Sunrise Blood to parry it upwards.

The blade was sent up, crossing his right eye, claiming it. In a split second Wang Ling lost his right eye but he didn't care.

'An opening!' Wang Ling did not hesitate to seize the moment.

Wang Ling swung his right sword to be met with the Sword God's strengthened left hand. The hand was easily severed, the pain undeniable, but Wang Ling saw a dedicated pair of eyes coming for him!

His remaining sword was parried and then, Wang Ling finally understood, that he, Wang Ling was baited.

Wang Ling was the one at the very top of the food chain, he's the strongest and lived longer than the Sword God, it would be easy to imagine that he would win, but, at this moment, in this fight where he held nothing back, Wang Ling was actually losing.

It had nothing to do with qi, or the limitations of his body, it was that his enemy outmatched him.

The reason to this was simple, while he'd been killing low-level enemies in lower worlds, the Sword God had been fighting in the frontlines for as long as thousands of years. He had spearheaded humanity's survival, thus his skills and sacrifices and at this moment.

Wang Ling was an Apex Predator, but compared to the Sword God, he's nothing but a rabid hound against a Trained Dragon.

Stab!

Wang Ling's left shoulder was stabbed as the price for cutting a finger. Wang Ling's already falling apart body began to crumble faster, and having his left arm stabbed was already severe as it was but the Sword God mercilessly slashed out with his sword still embedded on Wang Ling's shoulder!

SLASH!

Wang Ling's entire left arm was taken, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH~" His screams echoed, but amid the pain, another intent was mixed, it was the intent of his dedication, the intent that carried him this far, it was the intent that was as blood as red!

He let go of his sword on his right hand. Wang Ling's pure and unmatched killing intent wrapped around his right fist, he summoned his qi and sword intent, his right hand hurt, it exploded into a misty sight of blood, and as Wang Ling summoned the strength and genius that belonged to this body!

The genius that he had found and nurtured in secret, a single technique from Lucius! He called upon Leo's fallen older brother, he asked for him to once again give him the strength to protect the brother that was left behind!

BAM! His fist touched the Sword God's Mask!

The Mountain Crushing Fist that evolved through Wang Ling's efforts and enlightenment, the technique

"World Crushing Fist! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Wang Ling roared!

BAM!

Straight across, the mask broke, and just as Wang Ling was about to finish it his body was the next to break… and eventually, his body stopped just before the Sword God's face!

He was just about to fall to his knees but forced himself up.

Slowly, the Sword God's tied hair unraveled and covered his face and just as Wang Ling was contemplating if he should risk the usage of the Hellish Bloodline, the Sword God lifted his hair and showed a World Toppling beauty behind that hair.

"A woman?" Wang Ling's eyes widened… then, he burst into a peal of uncontrolled laughter.

"WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT!?" The Sword God saw those eyes and heard his laughter and quickly kicked Wang Ling on the pit of his stomach, sending his broken body flying.

The Sword God was… actually a woman and a beauty at that. She had been changing her voice to better masked her identity.

It appears as though that Wang Ling did not know that the Sword God was a woman, which was weird because the previous Imposters knew her gender as one of them cursed her as a cunt and another as bitch or wench.

But this Imposter seemed to don't. That was enough to confuse her, but his laughter infuriated her feeling mocked, thus she approached him and asked him at sword point, "Are you mocking me for being a woman?"

Wang Ling crashed onto three trees before stopping. With great difficulty he raised his head and as he looked the Sword God straight in the eyes, he smiled, "I'm not laughing at you, it is just funny to know that I've been fighting someone to the death with someone I know… have you been doing well, Princess Chang Ping?"