The battlefield stretched across both banks, the bleak autumn wind fluttering countless banners, and the setting sun dyed the land blood-red.

The wind served as drums, and Sword Sense thundered, heralding the final battle.

Countless people held their breath, especially the sword cultivators, who watched with reverence and tear-filled eyes.

In the path of Swordsmanship, there were few Great Beings, and today, two of them would decide life and death.