Boom! Boom! Boom!
Ye Chen and the Heavenly Sword Saint's sword beams kept flickering in the hall. Immortal Sword Essence filled the entire palace.
At this moment, Ye Chen's entire body was covered in blood, and scars marked his face. He could barely keep his eyes open.
The Heavenly Sword Saint was not any better. The two of them faced the incoming sword beams without defending and only focused on attacking each other.
Ye Chen's expression was grave and his brows were furrowed. He felt that he was only one step away from surpassing the Heavenly Sword Saint, but it was not easy to take this step.
It could be a second, or it could be a lifetime.
Ye Chen's arm was sore and trembling. He did not even have the strength to lift his sword.
"What kind of existence is immortal?" the Heavenly Sword Saint suddenly muttered.
Immortal? Was there really immortality in this world?
