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A sudden burst of silver light erupted from Duncan's body. As if he had traversed space, he appeared in front of Nash in an instant. The spearhead was tinged with a chilliness as it aimed for Nash's heart. Nash raised his sword to block the spear, but the force emanating from Duncan was terrifying, pushing him back several tens of meters.

Duncan grinned ferociously. "I'm a bit disappointed, Nash!"

"What's the rush? We haven't even started yet!" Nash slapped the sword, and it shone dazzlingly as it emitted a tremendous force that sent Duncan back several steps. Duncan's eyes narrowed. "I underestimated you, indeed."

Wielding the Nine Dragons Sword in hand, Nash soared into the air and then swiftly descended. Duncan gripped the spear with both hands and blocked the sword strike.

Visible ripples spread out, and the bamboo trees within hundreds of meters of them were cut in half as if sliced by a giant blade. Bamboo leaves that littered the ground surged in a ten-meter-high wave in all directions. Duncan's hands were numb from the impact despite the protection granted to him by his peak stage Mystique Loyalty Realm cultivation. Roaring, he unleashed his aura, and the silver spear burst into a brilliant light. The roar left Nash feeling like he had been hit by a high-speed train as he was sent flying a hundred meters away.

A hazy white light surrounded Duncan, and the silver spear in his hand shimmered with a cold light. He looked like he was an invincible god.

Nash steadied himself, his gaze bursting with battle intent. The Nine Dragons Sword in his hand seemed to sense its master's excitement and trembled as it emitted a dragon's roar.

"Sky Illumination Slash!" Nash made a cutting motion with the sword in mid-air. As the huge sword form condensed, a fierce wind swept across the ground.

"Dragon Thrust!" Duncan stepped forward, the silver spear in his hand transforming into a hundred-meter-long silver dragon that roared as it collided with the sword form.

A terrifying ripple exploded in the air. The ground collapsed again, and the entire bamboo forest was destroyed in an instant. Not a single blade of grass remained within a radius of 2,000 meters.

The eagles that had been soaring 3,000 meters above them also burst into a mist of blood.

Duncan swiftly executed a move with his spear, thrusting it toward Nash. A glint of cold light preceded the spear's movement, followed by the dragon-like spear itself.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Mountain Carver!" Nash unleashed the sword technique of his own creation. A sword form more terrifying than before came rushing down toward the dragon figure.

The dragon collapsed. Duncan quickly held the spear above his head to block the incoming attack, only to be pressed down onto the ground on one knee. His clothes tore open, and his glasses shattered into pieces. His eyes were actually fine now, but he was accustomed to wearing glasses. He felt he looked cooler with them on.

"Mountain Carver!"

Nash unleashed his self-created attack a second time.

Duncan bit his tongue, spraying a mouthful of blood onto his silver spear. The spear's shaft turned

blood-red as a menacing energy

surged skyward. A bloody miet

emanated from Duncan, forming black misty figure behind him. The shadow knelt as it held onto the

spear as well.

At this moment, clouds gathered, and the sky darkened. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled as if the heavens themselves were showing their disapproval of such an existence. Duncan slowly raised his head. The shadow followed suit, lifting its massive head and fixing its blood-red eyes on Nash.

Nash felt a deep sense of dread

within him at the look, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably. A sense of impending doom enveloped him. He suspected this was something left by Duncan's ancestor, who was likely a formidable demonic cultivator.

A legacy from a powerhouse that had reached the Tribulation Realm was not something he could

contend with. Nash wanted to flee on instinct, but he found himself immobilized in mid-air. The source of his paralysis was the shadow's gaze.

"Duncan, if you have any guts at all, fight me one-on-one. What's the point of you bringing out your ancestor like this?" Nash started to taunt. "Are you a child? Can't fight on your own and have to call for backup?"