Half Moon Heavy Halberd was unleashed by Mo Wuji, similarly stirring up a wave of halberd light.

If Dao Feng's saber light was like falling leaves scattering across the sky, Mo Wuji's halberd light was like a sandstorm sweeping across the desert.

The falling leaves carried the desolate air of late autumn, while the sandstorm stirred up the heavy aura of the vast desert.

Neither of them deployed their domains. This was not a battle, but a clash between saber dao divine ability and halberd dao divine ability.

"Boom!" The falling leaves collided with the desert, stirring up a sky full of blade energy. This space was filled with murderous intent; the falling leaves were torn apart into even smaller blades, and the desert was blasted open, erupting with fragments of halberd light.

Dao Feng's eyes grew brighter. This was the divine ability he craved. His divine ability lacked the grandeur and depth, always exuding a peripheral sense of sorrow and despair, like a winger. Mo Wuji's halberd light, sweeping across the ground, was precisely the weight and vastness he needed.

Perhaps today, he would gain what he lacked most.

At this moment, even the cultivators on the outermost perimeter could feel the chilling aura and retreated one after another.

Dao Feng was even more excited and exuberant. The exploding halberd light had already torn several cracks in his clothes and skin, but he seemed oblivious. He took another step forward, and the long saber in his hand arced upwards from the inside out.

"Cross Saber Shadow Falls on Sad Autumn..." The saber intent was even more sorrowful, carrying an intent to make the world weep, cleaving upwards in a cross.

A cross-shaped saber mark formed from below, dividing the space into four petals.

The space seemed to be scarred, filled with a sense of sorrow. If Dao Feng's first saber was merely autumn leaves falling, the second saber was the entire sad autumn.

Beneath the saber intent that tore through space, everything would turn illusory, everything would be torn apart by the saber intent. This saber intent carried pity, yet it was utterly ruthless where it passed.

Indeed, he had formed his own saber dao. Mo Wuji's heavy halberd similarly swept across, and the endless desert vanished.

The first time, his halberd light rose from below; this time, his halberd light fell from above. As the halberd fell, it was no longer halberd light, but a long, silver river.

The long river poured down, engulfing the cross-shaped sad autumn.

"Boom boom boom!" The two divine abilities collided, and the space exploded again, filling the sky. The saber light dissipated, and the halberd shadow fractured.

The sorrow and desolation of deep autumn were swallowed, leaving only a sense of weight and vastness.

"Crack!" Dao Feng's hand bones were blasted apart by the backlash of the powerful halberd shadow, but he stared blankly at the halberd shadow that resembled a long river. That halberd shadow devoured his divine ability, 'Cross Saber Shadow Falls on Sad Autumn,' transforming into a silver river.

Like the first saber divine ability, he lost the second one as well, and lost by a wide margin.

Qing Ruoyue, watching from afar, also had her eyes light up. When Dao Feng's saber shadow emerged, she almost shed tears for that saber. What could one do against such a terrifying saber except offer one's own blood? She couldn't understand what means Mo Wuji had to break through this saber, perhaps Mo Wuji could escape.

But when Mo Wuji's long river fell, she realized she was wrong. Compared to the biased sad autumn saber shadow, Mo Wuji's long river carried even more vastness and depth.

Perhaps, this was the true dao, whether it was saber dao, halberd dao, or sword dao.

Dao Feng could have escaped through shameful or injured means, but he didn't. He merely watched as the long river poured down. If he died under such a divine ability, it would be his fortune. He sighed slightly, realizing that he wouldn't have time to carefully comprehend this divine ability anytime soon.

"Crack!" The celestial essence in the air suddenly solidified, emitting a series of cracking sounds. A trace of blood trickled from the corner of Mo Wuji's mouth.

His Half Moon Heavy Halberd stopped abruptly in the air. He was speechless. This Dao Feng was truly an unreasonable fellow. Although his halberd river was powerful, it wasn't enough to kill Dao Feng. Yet this guy, in order to feel this halberd, didn't bother to dodge, instead waiting for the halberd to fall.

He didn't want to kill Dao Feng, so he could only forcibly stop his long river. To spar with a Grand Luo Immortal and end up not being injured by his opponent but injuring himself was beyond frustrating.

"Good halberd." Dao Feng saw that Mo Wuji had stopped the halberd light and couldn't help but praise it. He didn't thank Mo Wuji for sparing his life, but instead praised Mo Wuji's halberd.

Mo Wuji put away the Half Moon Heavy Halberd and said calmly, "If you want to die, don't provoke me. I already have enough troubles."

Dao Feng seemed oblivious to the fact that Mo Wuji was talking about him and continued to ask, "I heard you have a third saber... oh, it's a third halberd divine ability. Why haven't I seen you use it?"

What could Mo Wuji say when he encountered someone like this? He could only say irritably, "I have no grudge against you, and I don't want to kill you."

Mo Wuji wasn't boasting. Although Dao Feng was much stronger than Ni Ju, Mo Wuji's current strength was much stronger than when he fought Ni Ju. If Dao Feng still didn't dodge the third halberd, Sunset, he probably wouldn't be able to stop the halberd halfway.

Hearing Mo Wuji's words, a hint of disappointment appeared on Dao Feng's face. Then he eagerly asked again, "Brother Mo, why is my saber dao like a small stream meeting a great river in front of your halberd dao?"

Mo Wuji's understanding of such theoretical things was much stronger than Dao Feng's. His cultivation techniques were all self-created, and the divine abilities he created were naturally incomparable to Dao Feng's.

Mo Wuji didn't hide anything when Dao Feng asked for advice. "Because your saber dao only has saber intent, lacking saber momentum. A divine ability with only intent and no momentum may be strong at times, but it can never become a true top-tier great divine ability. You saw the sorrow of autumn, but you didn't see the harvest of autumn, the beauty of autumn, or the magnificence of autumn. You only saw a corner of autumn, so your saber intent only shows a corner, lacking a sense of momentum."

Dao Feng's eyes widened as if he had been enlightened. Why hadn't he thought of these things before? If he had, his saber dao divine ability would definitely have risen several levels.

"Thank you for your guidance, Brother Mo." Dao Feng clasped his fist respectfully and then said seriously, "The reason I didn't dodge Brother Mo's second divine ability, the long river, was because I liked that halberd. Even if I died under that halberd, I would be satisfied. I believe that in the future, I may see many divine abilities stronger than your halberd, but I will never see a divine ability that moves me as much as your halberd."

Mo Wuji shook his head. He couldn't understand this way of thinking.

Dao Feng seemed to understand Mo Wuji's meaning and said again, "Besides, I would only be seriously injured at most, and then I would retreat into seclusion for hundreds of years to recover. I wouldn't necessarily die. As Brother Mo said before, saber dao is halberd dao, which is spear dao, which is sword dao, which is all ways of killing. I can only use my body to test the saber to comprehend that dao..."

"He's talking nonsense!" A sudden voice interrupted Dao Feng's words.

A man of medium build, wearing linen clothes and shoes, carrying a long sword on his back, walked over slowly.

Everyone's eyes fell on this man. His appearance was as ordinary as his figure and clothing, his face was a little sallow, the sword on his back had no sheath, and his whole person was filled with a bloody, chilling aura.

Dao Feng frowned slightly. Before he could ask, the linen-clad man said calmly, "Every dao is unique. Saber dao is saber dao, sword dao is sword dao. How can they be the same?"

"Who are you?" Dao Feng asked in a deep voice. He was focused on saber dao. Mo Wuji's dao was simple and easy to understand, coinciding with his own saber dao and expanding his horizons. The linen-clad man's words were vague, resembling his previous understanding, which made him somewhat confused.

"The Great Sword Dao, Huang Sha." The linen-clad man stopped three feet away from Mo Wuji. He was answering Dao Feng's question, but he was looking at Mo Wuji.

Mo Wuji said calmly, "Are you here to avenge your master, Sa Jian?"

After asking, Mo Wuji didn't wait for Huang Sha to answer and looked at Dao Feng, saying, "Brother Dao, this person is more pretentious than you. If you also put on such a set of linen clothes and shoes, your level will rise several notches. Your yellow... whatever clothes are really not good. I suggest you go back and learn from this pretentious guy."

Dao Feng didn't know what "pretentious" meant. He heard it was Mo Wuji's suggestion and nodded seriously, "Brother Mo is right. I will definitely correct myself when I get back."

For him, everything else was secondary. Saber dao was the most important. The reason he was wearing yellow clothes was because there was yellow in the clothes he bought casually. He didn't choose them at all. Every word Mo Wuji said before was very reasonable and didn't hide anything. He believed it wasn't nonsense. Even the slightest change would affect his divine ability, which he agreed with.

Huang Sha didn't care about Mo Wuji's attitude at all and replied calmly, "What you said is both right and wrong. It's right because I am indeed here to avenge my master. It's wrong because I have one more thing to do temporarily, which is to guide you on what sword dao is, don't put any garbage dao on par with sword dao. Sword dao is the upright dao, and no dao in the world can surpass it."

"Hahahaha! I'm dying of laughter." Another voice came, and a taller man walked over. His laughter came before he arrived. When he got closer, he pointed at Huang Sha and laughed, "Huang Sha, you really dare to call it the Great Sword Dao. You, a Celestial Venerable, are actually challenging a Celestial King, no, Master Alchemist Mo should not have even reached the Grand Luo Immortal Realm yet, right? A Celestial Venerable challenging a Great Ascendant Immortal. You are really shameless."

The most eye-catching thing about him was that he had a pair of purple eyes.

"I'm not here to challenge him, I'm here to kill him." After Huang Sha finished speaking, he stretched out his hand, and the unsheathed sword fell into his palm. Then, without even looking at the laughing purple-eyed man, he slowly walked a few more steps towards Mo Wuji.

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