The Song Dynasty was the king for thirteen years before he knew that he was Tianlong.

Chapter 446 Sword God, One Strike (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
The red-faced old man's expression turned angry upon hearing this, but he did not reply. He was already quite surprised by the other party's high level of martial arts.

The Yang family members who were watching all noticed it, and he experienced it firsthand.

Even though he was using all his strength, the opponent's movements were still as smooth as flowing water, without the slightest hindrance.

Moreover, even after I used all my trump cards, my opponent remained calm and easily dodged them, as if my special moves and ordinary moves were no different to him, and were all the same in his eyes.

The opponent is asking me to feed him with his sword. After fighting for so long, it's not a life-or-death struggle or a contest of victory or defeat. Instead, he's letting me use all my skills so that he can practice my swordsmanship!

The old man inwardly groaned, knowing that his opponent's martial arts were unfathomable, but he couldn't back down now.

As the black iron plate spun around, layers of energy swirled around it, creating a powerful suction that made it impossible for him to move or run away.

This was because the internal strength was far superior to his own, to the point that there was a world of difference between them. Not only did the other person suppress him, but the other person also controlled every single detail of the situation.

If I want to escape, the other party has to let go. If the other party doesn't let go, I'll have to keep fighting. And since the other party's internal strength is so powerful and unpredictable, I'll definitely be the one who loses in the end. Even if I don't use any ruthless methods, I'll eventually exhaust him to death.

The red-faced old man was in dire straits. Upon hearing the words "killer move," he mustered all his strength, widened his eyes, and prepared to go all out. Even if he lost, he would lose honorably and not back down even a little, lest he lose all face.

Zhao Ti smiled slightly from behind his black veil and thrust his sword forward smoothly, without any subtlety or wonder. This seemed to contradict the killing move he had mentioned, and was quite different from what he had described.

But when this sword fell into the eyes of the red-faced old man, a chill ran down his spine. The move seemed so ordinary, even simpler than the "Parting the Grass to Find the Snake" or "Golden Needle Tribulation" techniques, yet it gave him a feeling that it was unstoppable and unavoidable.

This sword strike was unremarkable, seemingly without any follow-up moves, yet it made him feel that he couldn't break through, block, or dodge it.

What?! The man in white outside the circle immediately changed his expression: "Fifth Uncle, be careful! This scoundrel's swordsmanship has reached the realm of returning to simplicity! Come back quickly!"

The red-faced old man smiled bitterly upon hearing this. Come back? Could he even go back? He was currently unable to move an inch!

Not good! The man in white sensed something was wrong and leaped forward, intending to rescue the old man.

But just as the others reached the middle of the way, they heard the old man scream in agony, blood splattering everywhere. He had been sent flying backwards first, with a fist-sized hole pierced through his shoulder.

"Ah..." The old man couldn't stop his momentum at all. The opponent's sword was too heavy. In addition to the power of the weapon, the internal force was simply overwhelming and could directly shatter his body. He didn't know why the opponent didn't kill him directly.

Zhao Ti watched as the old man was caught by the man in white, a thoughtful look in his eyes. He didn't kill the old man because the old man should be surnamed Yang and was a real member of the Yang family, not a servant or the like that the Yang family had subdued before. Since that was the case, he wondered if he was related to his mother's lineage. It would be better to just kill him directly.

Although he had a very bad impression of the Yang family based on the old servant surnamed Zhu's background and disliked that old man, there was also the fact that Yang Jian's lineage was on good terms with his mother, and Yang Dian was helping to protect his mother's old belongings. It wouldn't be right to kill the wrong person, otherwise he wouldn't be able to face the consequences.

"You..." The man in white had already retreated behind with the old man. The Yang family members hurriedly took over, then applied medicine to the old man's wounds and bandaged them.

"Who exactly are you?" The man in white asked, his face clouded with gloom, his voice as cold as ice.

"Seventh Brother, why waste words with this thief? Now that we've ambushed him, let's go and capture him together," a burly man in a parrot-green turban said through gritted teeth.

"I want to test his swordsmanship." The man in white shook his head.

"Test his swordsmanship? Is his swordsmanship so powerful that Seventh Brother has to test it..." The big man realized his mistake as soon as he said it, glanced at the red-faced old man lying on the ground next to him and recuperating, and changed his words: "Why don't you let me try it first?"

“You’re no match for him.” The man in white raised an eyebrow. “Even Fifth Uncle is no match for him. You’ll only be defeated if you go. I’ll go and exchange a few blows with him, force him to use his usual martial arts style, see what his background is, and then…”

"You're no match for him either, so don't go out and embarrass yourself!" Suddenly a voice rang out from outside the forest, instantly spreading throughout the forest, and the surrounding air seemed to chill for a moment.

A white figure appeared instantly, blocking everyone's path.

"Ah? Sixth Brother, you, you're here?" The white-clad man behind him exclaimed, his expression changing.

"Hmph, you piece of trash! With your pathetic skills, you think you can be his match? You even dare to boast about trying your swordsmanship? It's utterly laughable." The white-clad man in front didn't even turn his head, coldly snorting at the man behind him.

The white-clad man behind him twitched his face, his expression extremely unpleasant, but he remained silent.

"Useless!" The man in white suddenly spoke again, "You're all useless. I really don't know what those old fogies at home sent you useless people to Yuzhou for. Why don't you all get lost? I'm annoyed by you."

"Sixth, Sixth Brother, you have your back to us and can't see us, so what's bothering you?" The man in white behind him blinked and murmured.

"When martial arts reach their peak, your entire body becomes eyes. What difference does it make whether you're facing them or not? Although I'm not looking at you directly now, I know you were blinking, Eleven was looking down, Seventeen was pouting, and Twenty-three was touching his ears!" The white-robed man in front scolded, "If you can't even understand this, your martial arts skills will only go so far. From now on, you'll only regress and never progress again."

"Is it that powerful?" Zhao Ti raised an eyebrow under the big tree. Just now, apart from the white-robed man behind him blinking, there was indeed one person in the Yang family who lowered his head and another who pouted.

Who is this person also dressed in white? To be able to sense such a subtle, almost inaudible sound shows extremely profound skill. But to be able to deduce what happened, why the sound was produced, and who was doing what to produce the sound based on such a minute movement is truly a miraculous skill.

To be able to do something like this, this person's martial arts skills are not only exceptionally high, but their ability to react, judge, and deduce is also extraordinary, truly unparalleled.

Who is this person? What is his relationship to the Yang family? Zhao Ti sized him up. His clothes were similar to the white-clad man behind him, and he also carried a long sword with a snow-white scabbard. The only difference was that he wore a jade-green pendant at his waist, while the white-clad man behind him had no adornments. Zhao Ti touched his head. The white-clad man behind him seemed to call this person "Sixth Brother," meaning he was the sixth in the Yang family's generation. Sixth… could it be?

His expression changed drastically at this thought. The sixth son his mother spoke of, the Yang A-Liu his father spoke of... Could this person in front of him be the sixth son of the Yang family, Yang Dian, whom his father called a martial arts madman?
Is this the main character? Zhao Ti's lips twitched as he looked at the other person, who was dressed in white, handsome and dashing, but it seemed as if a huge black pot was floating in mid-air above his head, as if it might fall down at any moment and smash him into a mess.

"Sixth, Sixth Brother?" the white-clad man behind said, "Your attire looks somewhat similar to my brother's."

"Hmm?" The man in white said coldly, "What do you mean by 'somewhat similar to your appearance'? Are you asking for a beating? How long has it been since I hit you? Do you want to be bedridden for months?"

"No, no, no, Sixth Brother, Sixth Brother." The man in white hurriedly said with a smile, "I misspoke, I misspoke, but... but it really does look a bit like it, even the sword is exactly the same. Doesn't Sixth Brother rarely use a sword? Why did you bring one out?"

The man in white fell silent for a moment upon hearing this, then suddenly let out a cold snort, and the temperature in the forest seemed to drop even further. He said calmly, "From now on, you are not allowed to dress like me again. If I see you doing so, I will not forgive you. As for the sword... I have recently taken a liking to swordsmanship, so what's wrong with carrying a sword? By the way, you are also not allowed to use this white-sheathed sword anymore."

"Sixth Brother? Why is that?" The white-clad man behind him widened his eyes instantly and stammered, "Sixth Brother said I was copying you and forbade me to dress like this, so I stopped wearing it. But I've been using this White Light Sword for over ten years. If Sixth Brother doesn't let me use it, what am I supposed to use?"

"Use whatever you like, but you're not allowed to dress like me anymore. If I see you dressed the same way, I'll beat you every time. Don't blame me if you forget." The man in white said calmly.

"Alright, alright, I won't dress like that anymore. Since Sixth Brother likes it, I'll change it all. Consider it a gift to Sixth Brother for this outfit..." The white-clad man's voice trailed off, "As for the sword, the sword... I'll just change the scabbard."

"Huh? What are you saying!" The white-clad man's voice was as cold as ice: "What do you mean by 'given me this outfit'? This white robe, as white as snow, and this icy sword, as sharp as frost, haven't they always been mine? You've been imitating me all along, how did it become 'given to me'?"

"Ah, Sixth Brother, I misspoke. It is true that the white robes are exclusive to Sixth Brother. Sixth Brother is a master who is lonely, as lonely as snow. The Sword God is in the world, invincible under heaven..." The white-robed man behind him looked embarrassed and hurriedly said.

"Hmph, good to know!" The white-clad man in front sounded slightly pleased.

Zhao Ti stood under the tree, dumbfounded. What was going on? This Sixth Brother seemed to be very domineering in the Yang family. It must be because the man in white had been dressing like this for years, and now he liked it and imitated it. Then he forbade the other party to dress like that in the future, and even the color of the sword had to be changed. Is this how things are done?

Something's not right. It seems like Sixth Brother isn't quite right in the head. Later, when the man in white praised him as a sword god reborn, invincible under heaven, he was actually quite happy.

Zhao Ti pursed his lips. If someone is so arrogant that they look down on everyone and all martial artists in the world, then they must be crazy or stupid.
Otherwise, with so many masters in the world, who would dare to call themselves a sword god? Who would dare to claim invincibility?
It seems most likely to be Yang Dian. Besides the martial arts fanatic his father mentioned, who else could act and speak like that?
At this moment, everyone in the Yang family remained silent. Regardless of age, they all showed various expressions as they looked at the white-clad man's back. However, whether they admired or disliked him, they all revealed a hint of fear, clearly indicating that they were afraid of him.

The man in white then whispered, "Sixth Brother, it's rare to see you fight, so don't send us away. Let us watch and learn. Sixth Brother... are you going to use your sword to subdue this thief?"

The man in white snorted upon hearing this and said, "Since that's the case... I'll show you trash my swordsmanship, especially you, Seventh Brother. What you've been practicing before, can you even call it swordsmanship? It's nothing but child's play!"

"Sixth Brother is right, thank you Sixth Brother, thank you Sixth Brother!" the white-clad man behind hurriedly said. Then many of the younger members of the Yang family responded with thanks, but the older and more senior members remained silent, looking rather uncomfortable.

Zhao Ti's eyelids twitched as he watched, thinking that this was too bizarre. Was this person really Yang Dian, the one his parents had mentioned? Regardless of whether he was extremely arrogant or insane, he seemed to hold a very high position in the Yang family.

Just then, the man in white walked a few steps forward, looked at him, and said, "So it was you who killed my useless old servant?"

"A useless, good-for-nothing old servant?" Zhao Ti blinked and laughed, "I killed him. Your servant surnamed Zhu was originally a notorious river pirate with several lives on his hands. He deserved to die, yet your Yang family took him in. Is your Yang family a den of iniquity? I'm ridding the people of a scourge, so what are you going to do about it?"

"Good, well done!" The man in white was handsome, but his expression was very stiff. At this moment, he forced a smile: "I have wanted to kill him for a long time, but he has always been protected at home, which has prevented me from having the opportunity to do so. Now you have killed him to rid the people of a scourge, which is equivalent to doing it for me. Now I kill you to avenge him, which makes me feel good and my family's reputation is not damaged. It is a perfect thing, the best it could be."

"Are you Yang Dian of the Yang family?" Zhao Ti couldn't help but ask. How could someone come up with such a twisted logic? He was definitely not a normal person.

"Hmm?" The man in white raised his eyebrows upon hearing this. "I didn't expect you to know my name. But from now on, I will add the words 'Sword God' before my name. Whenever people mention me, they will say that I am the Sword God."

"Sword God... Yang Dian?" Zhao Ti almost laughed out loud.

"Although your swordsmanship is good, it is like a firefly compared to mine. How can it compete with the bright moon?" Yang Dian looked up slightly. "Although I have only practiced swordsmanship for a short time, a mere three months, it is equivalent to your five or seven years of practice since childhood. This is the difference between a genius and an ordinary person."

"Is that so?" Zhao Ti glanced at him and said quietly, "But I haven't been learning swordsmanship for five or seven years at all, it's only been a little over a month."

"What?" Yang Dian was stunned for a moment, his face turning ashen: "You've only been practicing swordsmanship for a little over a month?"

“That’s right…” Zhao Ti nodded: “Didn’t you see that I don’t even have a sword? I only have an iron bar. I learned too hastily and didn’t even prepare any weapons.”

"Did you practice your sword skills with this for over a month?" Yang Dian's gaze fell on the sword blank, his expression somewhat solemn.

"At first we used tree branches, then we used a ruler and a stick. I just bought this one from the blacksmith a few days ago," Zhao Ti said with a smile.

"What did you say? You actually practiced swordsmanship with tree branches?" Upon hearing this, Yang Dian's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, his face filled with shock.

"Sixth Brother, don't listen to this kid's nonsense. He's just trying to bluff you and win you over with his swordsmanship!" The white-clad man behind him shouted. "How could he have only been practicing swordsmanship for a little over a month? His swordsmanship has already returned to its original simplicity. Without exceptional talent in swordsmanship, how could he have achieved that with more than ten years of hard work!"

"Hmph, so you wanted to corrupt my sword spirit. I knew no one could master swordsmanship to this level in just over a month... except for me." Yang Dian shook his head: "In that case, I'll show you what true swordsmanship is all about. Your 'returning to simplicity' will be useless!"

As he spoke, without any visible movement, a white light shot up from behind him, and in an instant, a long sword as clear as autumn water was in his hand. With a swift and graceful thrust, he stabbed towards Zhao Ti.

(End of this chapter)