The memories of all humanity are awakening, except for mine.

"die!"

This claw strike was as fast as lightning, tearing through the rain with a piercing shriek.

Jiang Chuan seemed to have anticipated this, slightly shifting his body to the side while simultaneously slashing out with his bladeless sword.

"clang!"

The sword and claws clashed, producing a metallic clang. Yin Wending's physical strength was indeed terrifying!
The two separated immediately after their initial contact, each taking three steps back. Yin Wending looked at the faint white mark on his palm, and a serious expression finally appeared in his eyes.

"interesting."

Jiang Chuan did not answer; he was immersed in a strange sense of pleasure.

Faced with a formidable foe, the dragon blood within him showed no fear, but instead became even more excited.

That instinct to fight and conquer sent shivers down his spine.

"Come again!"

Jiang Chuan took the initiative and his bladeless sword drew a mysterious trajectory in the air. Wherever the sword tip passed, the rainwater froze into ice, turning into countless tiny ice needles that shot towards Yin Wending.

Yin Wending snorted coldly, and the Thorn Throne in the sword box suddenly opened a crack, from which a burst of blood-red mist spewed out, corroding all the ice needles.

"Have you had enough fun?"

Yin Wending's eyes were indifferent, as if he were looking at a dead man.

Yin Wending's fingertip condensed a cold light, and the sound of it cutting through the air was sharp as a whistle, aimed straight at Jiang Chuan's brow.

You can dodge it once, but you can't dodge it ten times.

Yin Wending's voice was colder than the rain.

Jiang Chuan felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, his dragon blood boiling within him, yet he couldn't dispel the bone-chilling cold.

Dao patterns flickered beneath his feet, his figure suddenly blurred, and the Dao technique of harnessing the power of mountains and rivers carried him horizontally for five...
ten feet.

The bluestone ground exploded where he had been standing, sending fragments flying like rain.

"Running too fast."

Yin Wending chuckled, and with a flick of his black robe, he caught up with Jiang Chuan.

With his profound cultivation at the Third Realm, he could control his arm and fingers with ease, and a distance of five zhang was no more than half a step.

Jiang Chuan's pupils contracted sharply; the sword technique was complete.

He pointed two fingers together, sword in hand, towards the sky. The raindrops around him condensed and transformed into thousands of glistening droplets.

"The sword intent of the great river, the long river rolls on!"

With a roar, the stagnant raindrops suddenly surged forth, converging into a roaring river of swords.

Every drop of water transforms into a sharp sword beam; the swift current conceals deadly intent, enough to kill a second-tier demon.
The beast was ground into mincemeat. The Sword River surged, tearing a vacuum rift through the rain curtain above the alleyway.

Yin Wending's eyes showed surprise, but not panic.

He changed his fingers to a palm, and gently tapped forward with two fingers together.

"Minute."

A single, simple word, yet it seems to contain the profound truths of the universe.

The surging river of sword energy, upon touching his fingertips, split automatically as if encountering a reef. Violent sword energy roared past on either side of him.

The high walls on both sides of the alley were smashed open.

Amidst the sounds of collapsing bricks and stones, Yin Wending's robes fluttered in the wind, yet not a single strand of his hair was disheveled.

"How can it be"

Jiang Chuan felt as if a huge boulder was pressing on his chest.

He had been preparing this sword strike for a long time, but it was easily neutralized by his opponent.

Yin Wending moved again, this time giving Jiang Chuan no chance to catch his breath.

Two fingers, like swords, pierced straight at the center of the brow, moving so fast that they left a blur in the rain.

Jiang Chuan could even see the other party's fingers.
The fine lines on the nail—that's the killing intent concentrated to the extreme at the fingertips.

"Spirit Void Shield Armor!"

At the critical moment, an ancient shield appeared out of thin air and blocked Jiang Chuan's way.

Runes flowed across the shield, forming a semi-transparent light curtain.

A glint of light flashed in Yin Wending's eyes.

"break!"

Two fingers precisely struck a nearly invisible crack in the shield.

With a crisp "crack," spiritual light scattered everywhere, and the Spirit Void Shield Armor, which was said to be able to withstand the full force of a cultivator at the fourth realm, shattered. The fragments turned into ordinary iron when they fell to the ground.

"Jiang Chuan!"

Yu Youwei's exclamation came from the alley entrance.

She had already raised the jade flute to her lips, but it was blocked by an invisible barrier of energy—this was a life-or-death duel, and no one else was allowed to interfere.

Yin Wending's third finger followed immediately.

Jiang Chuan hastily clasped his hands together, and his innate pure yang energy circulated wildly within his body, condensing into a tai chi pattern on his chest.

The yin-yang fish rotated slowly, with a faint aura of primordial chaos flowing through them.

"Tai Chi energy?"

Yin Wending raised an eyebrow slightly.

"The signature skill of Zuowang Peak."

With two fingers pointing at the center of the Tai Chi diagram, the yin and yang fish suddenly twisted.

A terrifying force transmitted through the Dao diagram, causing Jiang Chuan's arms to tremble violently and the bluestone beneath his feet to crack inch by inch.

He groaned and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Not bad."

Yin Wending said calmly.

"Unfortunately, the heat was too low."

The third finger arrived, and the Tai Chi diagram emitted a mournful cry of unbearable burden.

Jiang Chuan's vision went black, as if he could see the shadow of death looming over him.

At the very moment the diagram broke and the man died, the dormant energy in his dantian...

The dragon's blood suddenly boiled.

"I can't die!"

A dragon's roar resounded from the depths of his bloodline, and Jiang Chuan's eyes turned bloodshot.

The distorted Tai Chi diagram suddenly accelerated its rotation, with the yin and yang fish chasing each other head to tail, actually dissipating Yin Wending's finger force layer by layer.

A radiant glow emanated from the primordial chaos, illuminating the solemn faces of the two individuals.

"This is."

Yin Wending showed surprise for the first time.

Jiang Chuan seized this fleeting opportunity, his muscles bulging as he pushed the Dragon Elephant Divine Demon Technique to its limit.

His shoulders and back arched like a bow as he rammed into Yin Wending's chest.

"Strike the Heavenly Bell!"

"Boom-"

The dull thud sounded like the tolling of an ancient temple bell. Yin Wending was sent flying backward, his black robe unfurling in the air like a night owl.

He twisted in mid-air, lightly touching the ruins with his toes, and landed steadily on the broken wall. The rubble rustled.
The silk slipped down, yet it didn't touch his clothes at all.

The rain is getting heavier.

Two figures faced each other across the distance, their gazes sharp as lightning.

"Why haven't you drawn your sword yet?"

Jiang Chuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his sword already in hand.

The sword was wrapped in the phantom of a blue dragon, with a faint dragon's roar echoing around it.

Yin Wending dusted off his sleeves, and the rainwater slid off automatically around his body.

"You don't deserve it."

"Not worthy at all!"

Jiang Chuan laughed in anger, his left hand making a grasping motion, and another long sword flew out from his storage ring.

This sword is entirely crimson red; wherever its blade passes, raindrops evaporate into mist.

"Two swords?"

Yin Wending finally straightened his expression.

"interesting."

Jiang Chuan said no more, crossing his two swords in front of his chest.

The Azure Dragon Sword Qi and the Sunset Sword Qi intertwined, creating a strange scene of water and fire merging in the rain.

The bluestone beneath his feet shattered silently, and all the raindrops within a three-zhang radius around him were suspended, refracting a seven-colored halo.

The sound of a sword pierced the sky.

Jiang Chuan unleashed a powerful sword aura from his twin swords, shredding the rainwater within a ten-foot radius around him into a misty spray.

He stood in the center of the rain and mist, his white clothes fluttering, his eyes burning with passion.
The flames of anger.

"Yin Wending!"

Jiang Chuan roared angrily.

"How dare you look down on me like this!" Yin Wending stood ten feet away, his black robe motionless in the rain, as if he had blended into the surrounding darkness.

He glanced calmly at the sword in Jiang Chuan's hand, finally becoming serious, but his right hand...

He kept his sword hanging by his side, showing no intention of drawing it.

"Jiang Chuan, your sword intent is quite good."

Yin Wending's voice was as calm as the autumn rain.

"But it's not enough for me to draw my sword."

These words completely ignited Jiang Chuan's anger.

He was exceptionally gifted from a young age, comprehending sword intent at sixteen and reaching the threshold of sword energy at twenty. How could he have been so looked down upon?

"Azure Dragon, heed my command!"

Jiang Chuan shouted, his two swords clashing, and two completely different sword energies roared out. The first sword energy was azure blue, shaped like a swimming dragon; the second sword energy was like a long river and the setting sun, carrying a sense of vastness and magnificence.

The two sword energies merged in front of Jiang Chuan with a deafening roar.

"Water nourishes wood, wood fuels fire, fire generates earth, earth generates metal, and metal generates water!"

Jiang Chuan chanted the Five Elements Mutual Generation Method, and the Long River Sunset Sword Qi completely merged into the Azure Dragon Sword Qi.

In an instant, the lifelike form of a real dragon appeared, with clearly visible scales, lightning-fast eyes, and a terrifying sword aura.

Jiang Chuan glared angrily, a massive azure dragon coiling around him, carrying the pale sun, emitting a loud dragon roar, and fiercely attacking Yin Wending.

The walls on both sides of the alley collapsed under the pressure of the sword, sending rubble flying and rainwater swirling back.

Yin Wending finally showed a serious expression, his eyes filled with admiration.

"Not bad, that sword strike had some flair."

But he still did not draw his sword.

“However, Jiang Chuan, you are not worthy of my drawing of my sword.”

Yin Wending laughed loudly, raised his right hand, and with three fingers together like a knife, slashed down to meet the azure dragon sword energy.

"Insanity!"

Jiang Chuan shouted angrily.

Suddenly, a thick layer of demonic energy covered Yin Wending's three fingers. The demonic energy surged in the wind and transformed into an enormous, incomparably powerful blade. The blade was as black as ink, but the tip glowed with an eerie red light.

"Three-finger dragon slayer!"

Yin Wending gave a cold shout.

Jiang Chuan's chest heaved violently, a cold smile playing on his lips.

He was full of confidence in his sword strike. The Azure Dragon Sword Qi, which combined the sword intents of water and wood, was enough to kill an ordinary master of the third realm.

however--

"Crack!"

A crisp snapping sound echoed through the alleyway.

Yin Wending's three-finger demon blade struck the Azure Dragon's neck with pinpoint accuracy. The seemingly indestructible Azure Dragon sword energy was actually decapitated by the three fingers! The dragon's head separated from its body, and the sword energy dissipated.

The mad blade, its momentum undiminished, disrupted the surrounding rain, and with a powerful cleavage, split the rain curtain of the entire alleyway in two.

The Azure Dragon continued its momentum, but instead rushed past Yin Wending, leveling the entire alleyway.

A deafening roar came from afar, the earth trembled, houses collapsed, and a huge chasm appeared on the ground.

Jiang Chuan's face was extremely pale, and his hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

He never expected that his all-out attack would be so easily countered by his opponent.

But Yin Wending did not expect that the residual sword energy flowing past would cut a very long tear in his robe.

A piece of black clothing was knocked off by the autumn rain and slowly drifted to the ground.

Yin Wending looked down at the hem of his clothes, his eyes gradually darkening.

"very good."

He slowly raised his head, and for the first time, a genuine fighting spirit appeared in his eyes.

"Jiang Chuan, you are indeed worthy of my drawing of the sword."

As he finished speaking, the huge sword box behind him suddenly emitted a piercing sword cry, as if countless sharp swords were restless inside.

Yu Youwei, who was standing to the side, changed her expression drastically.

"Yin Wending! Are you insane? You forcibly pulled the sword from the Thorn Throne with your third-realm cultivation? Do you want to be killed by the backlash of the sword energy?"

Yin Wending's lips curled into a cold smile.

“Miss Yu, you are overthinking it. I have already cultivated the Sword Heart Realm, and I can not only draw a sword, but I can even draw all the swords in the sword box.”

He paused, then his gaze returned to Jiang Chuan.

"However, to be fair, I will only use one sword strike."

Jiang Chuan sneered repeatedly.

"Yin Wending, you overestimate yourself. Even if you draw all your swords, what can you do to me?"

"Until you reach the fourth level of sword aura, you will never understand the mysteries of the sword heart realm."

Yin Wending said calmly, slowly reaching his right hand towards the sword box behind him.

"Jiang Chuan, if I draw all the swords from my sword box, you will surely perish and your life will be extinguished."

"It's no use talking more!"

The twin swords of Jiangchuan rise again.

"True skill will be revealed under the sword!"

Yu Youwei's face was extremely pale; she knew how terrifying the Thorn Throne Sword Box was.

That was a priceless treasure passed down through generations of the Yin family. It was said that the box contained nine peerless and deadly swords, each of which had drunk the blood of countless masters.

"Yin Wen Ding."

She couldn't help but speak again.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Yin Wending did not answer; his right hand had already gripped the hilt of the sword in the center of the sword case.

In an instant, a suffocating pressure from the sword spread out, and the rain seemed to freeze at that moment.

"Jiangchuan."

Yin Wending's voice turned unusually cold.

"I hope you can wield a sword with even more flair than that one, otherwise—"

"I will take your life."

Jiang Chuan just sneered.

"Enough talk, let's fight!"

"as you wish."

Yin Wending drew his sword.

The sword was drawn like a thunderbolt, and a blinding white light burst forth from the sword case, illuminating the entire rainy night.

The sword was pure white, but its blade was covered with countless blood-red patterns that writhed like living things.

Jiang Chuan's pupils contracted sharply, and alarm bells rang in his mind.

He dared not be negligent, and his internal energy circulated wildly, his hands gradually turning as black as ink as the energy flowed.

"Mysterious Jade Palm!"

This is the unique skill of Sword Master Wang Zhihuan, who uses a special technique to temper his hands to be as hard as refined steel, specifically to resist the backlash of powerful sword energy.

At the same time, Jiang Chuan had a thought, and his natal flying sword "Wu Feng" flew out from his sleeve.

This sword appears simple and unadorned, with no sharp edge, yet it contains the terrifying power to divide Yin and Yang.

"Boundless Sword!"

Jiang Chuan used the signature move of Sword Master Wang Zhihuan.

Although Sword Nine's "Laughter in the Vast Ocean" was considered by cultivators of the Nine Provinces to be Wang Zhihuan's strongest sword strike, "Sword One Boundless" also once swept across the martial arts world of the Nine Provinces.
They annihilated countless geniuses.

The predecessor of the Wufeng Sword was "Cangfeng," which was originally the natal flying sword of Sword Master Wang Zhihuan. Now, the sword spirit is transformed from "Shan Gui," a disciple personally taught by Wang Zhihuan, making it exceptionally spiritual.

The dark light condensed from the flying sword resembled a poisonous dragon, fiercely attacking Yin Wending.

At the same time, Jiang Chuan's natal flying sword roared out, carrying the Dao intent of dividing Yin and Yang, and rushed towards him.

"Well done!"

Yin Wending shouted and slashed down with the white sword wrapped in blood patterns.

Before the two swords even made contact, their sword energies had already clashed.

The Yin-Yang domain of the Wufeng Sword locked the trajectory of Yin Wending's flying sword, and the two swords clashed in a flash.

"Zheng——!"

A piercing metallic clang resounded through the sky, and the sword energy unleashed by the two swords surged upwards, sweeping across all directions and leveling the alleyway that had already become ruins once again.

The water on the ground was evaporated by the sword energy, forming a white mist.

The immense recoil force was transmitted directly to Jiang Chuan's hands through his natal flying sword.

The white-clad youth's jet-black palm instantly split open with several bloody gashes, and blood spurted from the tiger's mouth, but was washed away by the cold autumn rain. The bloodstains quickly merged into the puddles of the ruined alleyway beneath his feet and disappeared without a trace.

The two flying swords separated immediately upon contact, each returning to its master.

Yin Wending remained motionless, not even the hem of his robes fluttering. (End of Chapter)