Immortals of the End Times

"Ding!!"

The crisp sound of the two swords clashing was like the cracking of an ice river.

The instant the Frost Soul Flying Sword collided with the Ancient and Simple Sword, a visible shockwave of sword energy swept across and tore apart the sword platform.

Zhao Wuji's pupils contracted sharply. He saw Kong Jingxian's figure suddenly blur and transform into thousands of streams of fire the instant the swords touched.

"Sword light differentiates!"

A gasp of surprise erupted from the spectator stands.

Kong Jingxian's figure completely dissipated, replaced by a sky full of crimson sword light, each one carrying scorching sword energy that distorted and deformed the air.

Temperatures rose sharply in all directions, and some disciples with lower cultivation levels were already sweating profusely.

"Chucky!"

Hundreds of blazing sword lights attacked from all directions, like a rain of fire. The flames were like countless water-soaked whips, threatening to lash people until their skin was torn and bleeding.

Zhao Wuji suddenly felt as if he were in a furnace, even breathing was painfully hot.

Steaming, suffocating, intense, and stifling—it felt like my whole body was about to explode.

"Such powerful sword intent, almost forming a domain of sword energy!"

With a flick of his sword finger, the Frost Soul Flying Sword suddenly spun around, drawing a perfect arc around him.

"Condensation!"

Thirty-six beams of ice crystal sword light burst forth, like a snow lotus blooming in mid-air.

As the lotus petals unfurled, frost-like vapors filled the air, colliding with the incoming fiery sword energy and erupting into a hissing white mist.

The bizarre sight of ice and fire intertwining left the cultivators on the suspended viewing platform speechless.

"Sword light splits against sword light splits!"

"This Master Zhao has also comprehended the sword light splitting technique, and can rival the Holy Qilin!"

"Sword light splitting? Didn't we say before that Zhao Wuji only comprehended the stage of sword energy splitting?"

The First Elder Fang Lingchu's beard moved without wind, and his eyes flashed with a sharp light.

He strained his eyes to barely see that every icy sword light from Zhao Wuji precisely intercepted Kong Jingxian's blazing sword energy, no more, no less, as if he had already calculated all the attack trajectories.

"If the heart is pure as ice, one will not be alarmed even if the sky collapses, and all things will remain steadfast."

Zhao Wuji closed his eyes slightly, and the core of the Ice Sword Divine Thought in his sea of ​​consciousness shone brightly.

Let the flames rage and burn, I will remain unmoved.

The Frosty Soul Sword Lotus slowly rotated, neutralizing wave after wave of attacks.

"it is good!"

Kong Jingxian let out a long roar, and the rain of fire suddenly stopped. All the blazing sword light converged like rivers flowing into the sea, ten feet above Zhao Wuji's head.

Suddenly, it transformed into a giant flaming sword thirty feet long, appearing out of thin air. The sword was wrapped in crimson lightning, and its majestic power made the sword platform crackle.

"cut!"

Kong Jingxian's angry roar came from the void, and the flaming giant sword crashed down, causing the air to explode wherever it passed. The blazing pillar of fire illuminated the thirteen peaks, and even the void itself seemed to distort.

"Unrestrained!"

Nan Zhixia's fingernails dug into her palms with tension, while Li Shiyu held her breath beside her.

"Yin and Yang complement each other, and emptiness and fullness give rise to each other."

At the critical moment, Zhao Wuji suddenly stepped back and spun around, the Cold Soul Flying Sword already in his hand.

The sword blocked horizontally, but not by taking the hit head-on; instead, it drew a mysterious arc.

"The cycle of Yin and Yang."

Black and white energies surged from the Cold Soul Flying Sword, instantly transforming into a Tai Chi sword wheel the size of a millstone.

The moment the flaming greatsword slashed into the sword wheel, it was like a mud ox entering the sea; the violent flaming sword energy was worn down by the Yin and Yang energies, losing thirty percent of its power.

With a "whoosh," Zhao Wuji slid three zhang to the side like a fish, the flaming giant sword grazing his clothes and crashing into the sword platform.

"Boom" a loud noise.

Half of the sword platform shattered instantly, and the rubble was melted into magma by the high temperature before it could even fly.

"Zhao Wuji!"

Kong Jingxian's figure reformed in the flames, his golden robes fluttering, his eyes burning with fighting spirit. "Is all you can do is dodge? All you can do is use other people's sword intent and techniques? Show me your true skills!"

The Sword Master of Asking the Heavens stood with his hands behind his back on the cloud, his eyes slightly shifting, also wanting to see Zhao Wuji's own 'sword'.

"as you wish."

Zhao Wuji suddenly let out a long roar, and the Cold Soul Flying Sword hung upside down in mid-air.

He brought two fingers together and pointed them towards his brow, and the dark sword shadow in his mind suddenly lit up.

"Nirvana!"

An unprecedented sword intent soared into the sky.

At first, it felt like a banished immortal treading on clouds, exhilarating and carefree.

Midway through the journey, the path took a sharp turn for the worse, transforming into a suffocating abyss of despair.

Kong Jingxian felt a sword intent that gleamed in the darkness suddenly strike him, and then his mind sank, and the world spun before his eyes.

In a daze, he saw himself soaring straight into the sky with the sword intent, feeling incredibly exhilarated.

But the next moment, they were plunged into an endless dark void, surrounded by an all-consuming annihilation.

There was no light, no sound, and even time seemed to stand still.

A faint sword light stubbornly flickered in the darkness, like a candle burning in the wind.

"This is."

Kong Jingxian's Tongming Sword Heart trembled violently.

He had never felt such sword intent before; it contained both soaring ambition and abyssal despair, yet in the darkness of despair, he could find no way out of the light.

This is a dual sword intent!

He had also comprehended the dual sword intent.

Of the seven sword masters of the entire Qilin Sword Sect, only he comprehended the dual sword intent.

But unexpectedly, Zhao Wuji, this outsider, also comprehended such a complex dual sword intent.

"break!"

In reality, it was just a blink of an eye. Although Kong Jingxian was covered in cold sweat, he rallied his spirits and roared.

The ancient sword suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light, its blade trembling like a dragon's roar, and its sword energy exploding like a blazing sun, instantly tearing through the darkness!

He activated his Clear Sword Heart to its fullest extent, and within the two core divine senses in his sea of ​​consciousness, a two-colored core instantly shone brightly.

"The scorching sun burns the sky" and "the warm sun saves the world" erupt at the same time!
One forceful, one gentle; two completely opposite sword intents intertwined to form a spiraling sword aura, crashing into the dark, despairing abyss of sword intent!
"Open it for me!"

Wherever the sword energy passed, the darkness receded like a tide, as if a chasm had been cleaved open!
Kong Jingxian's eyes flashed with a sharp light: "I also possess dual sword intent! Zhao Wuji, your sword intent, though unpredictable, cannot trap me!"

However.
Just as the darkness was completely torn apart, his pupils suddenly contracted!

After darkness came not light, but a void of chaos!

In the chaos, a faint yet stubborn sword light slowly emerged, like a candle flickering in the wind, swaying uncertainly, yet stubbornly unyielding.

"What... how come there are still some?"

Kong Jingxian's heart trembled. Before he could react, the faint sword light suddenly surged, transforming into a towering sword rainbow that shot straight into the heavens!
He subconsciously looked up, his gaze following the sword's edge.
"boom!!!"

In the highest heavens, a single eye that blots out the sky suddenly opened!

Those pupils were like abysses, cold and merciless, looking down as if the might of heaven had descended, crushing everything!
Kong Jingxian trembled violently, his soul struck as if by lightning, and an unprecedented fear exploded from the bottom of his heart!

"Heavenly Sword?..."

He suddenly realized.
This is not a dual sword intent!
This is triple sword intent!

Nirvana Sword Intent!

From death to life, from destruction to creation!
And that new life was actually in the heavens above!
But high in the heavens, there is a single eye that looks down upon all living beings!
How could there be such astonishing sword intent?
What exactly did Zhao Wuji go through?
"puff!"

Kong Jingxian spat out a mouthful of blood, staggered backward, and the ancient sword that was thrusting towards Zhao Wuji in front of him suddenly trembled violently. It flew halfway and then fell to the ground with a "clang" and stuck into the sword platform!

His face was deathly pale, his eyes filled with horror as he stared intently at Zhao Wuji, who stood opposite him with his hands behind his back. His voice was hoarse: "You... what exactly is your sword intent?!"

The stands were deathly silent!
Even the First Sword Saint Qilin has been defeated?
Many people could see that the Holy Kirin had just been trapped in Zhao Wuji's sword intent and could not extricate itself.

Although the process took only a breath, that breath was enough for Zhao Wuji to draw his sword and win.

However, Zhao Wuji did not draw his sword at all, seemingly having absolute confidence in his sword intent.

"That sword intent just now."

The Sword Lord of Asking Heaven's gaze suddenly sharpened, and for the first time, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes, as he vaguely discerned some clues!
Zhao Wuji sheathed his sword and stood still, his gaze deep and unfathomable. He looked at Kong Jingxian, whose expression was filled with astonishment and doubt, and his eyes revealed admiration and respect. He bowed and said:

"Fellow Daoist Kong, you flatter me."

Kong Jingxian is indeed very strong.

He is the first person to date to reach the third level of his Nirvana Sword Intent entirely through sword intent, thus gaining insight into the secrets of heaven.

If the opponent can shatter the Heavenly Dao Eye, he will be reborn from the ashes, even if he breaks his sword intent.

Unfortunately, the other party couldn't do it.

In fact, there are probably very few people in the world who could do it.

His Nirvana Sword Intent originated from Zhang Zhenren's heroic act of challenging the heavens with his sword, and also incorporated his own insights from confronting the Dao of Heaven on numerous occasions.

Behind that single eye lies the truth of his depleted spiritual energy, which is also the source of his motivation to ascend to the heavens and seek the truth.

Ordinary sword cultivators, without such experience and such lofty ambitions to change the world, would find it difficult to shake the sword even with a thousand variations and myriad layers of sword intent.

If he could, he would be delighted, because then there would be one more glimmer of hope in the world.

"Wow!"

The deathly silence of the mountain was suddenly shattered, and the exclamations of the watching cultivators surged forth like a tidal wave.

"I lost!"

Kong Jingxian suddenly burst into laughter, all dejection vanishing from his eyes, replaced by a blazing fighting spirit. "What a Nirvana Sword Intent! From death to life, from destruction to creation. Is this the true essence of your swordsmanship?"

His golden robes fluttered, and he pointed his sword at the heavens: "Once I have comprehended the threefold sword intent, I will surely come back to break it!"

Zhao Wuji sheathed his sword into his sleeve, his green robe fluttering even without wind: "Sword cultivators cultivate their hearts; wherever the heart leads, the sword will follow."

He didn't say much. What difference would it make if it were ten or a hundred layers of sword intent, let alone three?
If the intention is not strong enough, it will ultimately be difficult to unravel the secrets of heaven.

This is not a gap that can be bridged by changes in sword techniques, but a fundamental difference in the level of sword heart.

The figure of the Sword Master Wentian had appeared above the sword platform at some point, his white robes fluttering, his eyes flashing like lightning as he looked at Zhao Wuji: "What a fine example of 'where the heart leads, the sword follows.'"

His understanding was even higher, and he had already vaguely discerned the profound artistic conception and ambition that Zhao Wuji had grasped in his understanding of sword intent, expressing his affirmation and praise.

"Zhao Wuji, from this day forward, you will be the eighth sword disciple of my Qilin Sword Sect."

You defeated Kong Jingxian and others, ranking first among the swordsmen, and were granted a title.”

His gaze swept over Zhao Wuji, and he slowly said, "Heavenly Qilin!"

The First Swordsman – Heavenly Kirin!

These words immediately shocked the cultivators on the various viewing platforms.

Even the sword disciples like Xiao Chenzhou and the elders like Mo Wenjian were all astonished.

Despite the surprise, no one disagreed.

Even the Holy Kirin Kong Jingxian, after leaving the sword platform, although he gripped his sword tightly, did not question it. Instead, he solemnly clasped his hands in front of the green-robed figure on the platform.

When sword cultivators discuss swordsmanship, they only care about the green blade in their hands!
This is the founding rule of the Qilin Sword Sect, and also the significance of the Qilin Sword Tournament. Whoever possesses the most outstanding swordsmanship will be the unparalleled number one swordsman and enjoy better treatment.

Zhao Wuji had defeated the four great sword masters in succession, and had already won everyone's respect with his swordsmanship. In this sword competition, no one dared to disagree with him.

"The First Swordsman, Heavenly Kirin"

In the distance, on the stands, Nan Zhixia's red lips parted slightly, her beautiful eyes reflecting the proud figure standing on the sword platform.

Her bare hand unconsciously pressed against her chest, where she felt it pounding fiercely.

"This senior brother's sword light has even reached the top of the Qilin Sword Sect in Beiyun Dizhou, and I, this bluebird, have also benefited from it. How about we reward our senior brother tonight, together with Zhixia?"

Li Shiyu glanced at Nan Zhixia beside her, her pretty face flushed, and the handkerchief in her hand was twisted out of shape.

"In the past six generations, the first sword disciple of the Qilin Sword Sect would eventually become the sect master of the Qilin Sword Sect, with the exception of one generation, who became a Supreme Elder and broke his sword in the Ancient Sword Domain."

"Zhao Wuji, who joined the Qilin Sword Sect midway through his career, won the position of First Sword Master on his first visit to the sect."

Will the future Sword Master of the Qilin Sword Sect abdicate and pass the throne to him? I'm afraid…

At this moment, the representatives of each faction exchanged glances, each making their own calculations.

They had to consider that the Qilin Sword Sect, as the leader of Beiyun Dizhou and its future sect leader, would also influence the allocation of resources among their forces.

Zhao Wuji leaped down from the sword platform, his expression calm and composed, showing no signs of being surprised by honor or disgrace, appearing quite relaxed and at ease.

He fought several sword matches in a row. The first three matches were easy and didn't take much effort, so he didn't stop to rest in the middle.

After all, it was just a sword fight, without any other spells or magical weapons, so the battle was quick and decisive.

A master swordsman can decide the outcome with a single strike.

For those with weak swordsmanship, even delaying is difficult.

Only in the final sword duel with Kong Jingxian, where sword light split against sword light split, did he lose thirty percent of his mental energy.

Although he felt slightly tired at the moment, he remained calm and composed.

Congratulations, Master Zhao!

"The sword light of the True Man splits apart, and the name of Heavenly Qilin is truly well-deserved!"

Congratulations echoed from all around.

Zhao Wuji returned the greeting with clasped hands, his gaze sweeping over the various expressions on everyone's faces, and he understood.

However, all these troubles and schemes are no longer relevant to him at this moment.

"Young friend Zhao must be exhausted after several battles."

Mo Wenjian appeared at the right moment, smiling and suppressing his excitement as he bowed to Zhao Wuji. With a wave of his gray robe, he said, "Someone, lead the Heavenly Qilin to Qingyu Peak to rest."

Two white-clad sword attendants arrived on clouds and respectfully led the way.

Zhao Wuji nodded slightly and drifted away with the sword attendant.

Behind me, the murmurs rose like a tide, then gradually faded away.

When the work is done, I leave, keeping my achievements and fame hidden.
A few days later.

The excitement has ended.

Representatives from all the major forces left the mountain, either lingering in the market town at the foot of the mountain for a while or returning directly to their sects to report the situation of the Qilin Sword Tournament.

In no time, news spread throughout various forces across continents that the Qilin Sword Sect had gained another sword prodigy, and that the new sword prodigy had directly defeated the Holy Qilin Kong Jingxian and been promoted to the number one sword prodigy, Tian Qilin.

In the Northern Cloud Di Prefecture, within the Kuanglan Sword Pavilion, the chief disciple Chu Canglan abruptly put down his teacup: "The Heavenly Qilin? It actually managed to defeat Brother Kong? Once I have mastered the 'Raging Sea Sword Manual,' I will personally ascend the Thirteen Peaks to confront this man!"

Zhongzhou Immortal Saint Sect.

Deep within a mountain cliff, suddenly countless sword sounds trembled and hummed from the rock face.

The sword attendant who came to report the intelligence was immediately horrified.

From deep within the cliffs came a clear, cheerful laugh: "I've experienced Kong Jingxian's dual sword intent before; it was quite interesting. I never imagined someone could actually defeat him in a sword duel."

Xirong Snow Prefecture, within a ten-thousand-year-old ice cave.

A jade slip drifted into the ice cave.

A barefoot, snow-covered female sword cultivator suddenly opened her eyes, and the ice lotus sword mark between her brows lit up: "The ancient sword domain is about to open, and the Qilin Sword Sect has actually replaced the first sword disciple, Zhao Wuji, at this time. He is truly extraordinary?"

Inside the rebuilt Penglai Sword Pavilion in Yizhou, Donghai.

Huang Shang, with his hands behind his back, looked at Yan Lan, who was sitting in front of the Zhenhai Stele and cultivating, and said, "I never expected that your junior nephew would be able to suppress all the heroes with his sword after entering the Qilin Sword Sect."

He is definitely not Xinghe. If Xinghe were to possess someone, it wouldn't be hidden from Wentian Sword Lord and Qilin Sword Ancestor.

Could it be that Xinghe is temporarily residing in another body to offer guidance?

Yan Lan chuckled upon hearing this, "Master, you're only realizing it now? Isn't it too late? Or have your eyesight deteriorated?"

Huang Shang snorted coldly, "If your cultivation speed were as good as your sharp tongue, I wouldn't be forcing you to cultivate every day."

"Quickly cultivate to the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm so that I can separate my divine consciousness and reshape the spirit of the Sea-Suppressing Stele!"

Yan Lan sneered, "I will cultivate diligently, but old man, if you harm me, the outcome will be mutual destruction!"

at the same time.

The states beyond Hebei.

Deep within the endless Demon Mountains, a red-haired youth carrying seven demonic swords crushed a communication jade slip and coldly said, "Heavenly Qilin! Qilin Sword Sect, you sword disciples have recently slaughtered many demonic beasts and cultivators in my Hewai Liezhou."

"This debt will be settled personally by me, the Demon Sword Yu Qiguang, in the Ancient Sword Domain!"

The Qilin Sword Sect is located at the summit of Qingyu Peak, one of the thirteen peaks.

An ancient sword hut stands amidst the sea of ​​clouds. On the mountain path steps outside the hut, several white-clad sword servants stand guard, ready to obey the orders of the First Sword Master.

Inside the hut, Zhao Wuji sat cross-legged on a futon, his eyes slightly closed. The sword energy around him swirled like a dragon, sometimes transforming into blooming blue lotuses, and sometimes condensing into specks of cold stars.

Beside him, Nan Zhixia and Li Shiyu stood on either side, like twin lotus blossoms, nestled together.

Nan Zhixia rested her chin on her hand, her black hair cascading down to Zhao Wuji's chest. She lightly touched the teacup with her fingertips, and amidst the rising steam, her eyes shone with tenderness as she gazed at Zhao Wuji's profile.

Li Shiyu, with her phoenix hairpin slightly askew and her lips lightly pursed, quietly pushed the peeled spiritual fruit to Zhao Wuji's side. Seeing his sword-like eyebrows twitch slightly, she quickly withdrew her soft hand. The usually dignified empress was quite mischievous at this moment.

Outside the sword hut, the mountain breeze rustled through the bamboo, the sound harmonizing with the clear echoes of sword energy within.

Occasionally, birds would fly to the eaves, but they would be startled by the invisible sword intent and fly away.

Xiong Ba crouched furtively on the window frame, his five-colored tail feathers bristling, his beak holding a elixir he had stolen from somewhere, his eyes darting around.

"Beast!"

Zhao Wuji suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze flashing with sword energy, and precisely cleaved the pill from Xiong Ba's mouth.

"Ka!"

The fat bird let out a miserable cry and fluttered away, crashing into the bamboo curtain with a rustling sound.

Nan Zhixia chuckled softly, while Li Shiyu covered her mouth and scolded, "Senior brother even bullies a bird!"

Zhao Wuji shook his head and chuckled, pinching a pair of smooth, creamy hands in each hand: "These past few days, the two of you have been far more unruly than this beast."

Upon hearing this, the two women recalled the madness of the past two days, their ears turning red, yet they pressed their delicate bodies even closer together.

Zhao Wuji waved his sleeve and stood up, saying, "Alright, you should all go back now. You can't keep sneaking around in the Qilin Sword Sect. It's not good if you get caught."

Nan Zhixia twirled a strand of hair at her temple with her slender fingers, her eyes sparkling as she scoffed, "We're not some shameful mistresses, why should we have to hide our meetings with you?"

“Exactly!” Li Shiyu flicked her wide sleeves, her phoenix hairpin jingling. “This cave master has come to observe the ceremony and the sword debate, and while I’m at it, I’m also visiting my Daoist companion. What’s wrong with that?”

Seeing Zhao Wuji smile without saying a word, the two women exchanged a glance, deliberately dragged out their sighs, and slowly began to gather the rouge jade slips on the table.

"We'll meet again through the Tiannan Secret Realm in the future, which will be a hundred times more convenient than crossing mountains and valleys before. Why bother with such childish behavior?"

Zhao Wuji shook his head and chuckled. The magic of the Pot Heaven Technique in his sleeve suddenly appeared, instantly pulling the two women along with Xiong Ba, who was stealing and eating spiritual fruits, into the second Pot Heaven space.

While the outside world was in a state of utter chaos these past few days, he found peace and quiet in the Sword Pavilion on Qinglian Peak.

No matter how many visitors came and how many congratulatory messages he received, they were all turned away by a sword aura, leaving only the four words "closed-door sword practice" on the jade slip.

Whenever he had free time, he would go deep into the house with the two women.

After several rounds of cultivation that combined Yin and Yang, he not only restored his husbandly authority but also made significant progress in his cultivation.

When one is contemplating the profound mysteries of swordsmanship, there is always a beautiful woman to add fragrance to the scene.

In the harmony of yin and yang, the joy of love is even greater.

These are truly carefree days that even gods wouldn't trade for.

However, now that several days have passed and the excitement has subsided, he can go out for a stroll, get to know the Qilin Sword Sect, and make some fellow Daoists.

At the same time, he also went to the Sword Pavilion to exchange his status as the number one swordsman for some sword manuals and ancient books to read, improve his swordsmanship, and decipher the secrets of exorcising spirits.

Zhao Wuji straightened his robe with the Qilin pattern.

This was a special gift from the Sword Sect. Avoiding dust and fire was nothing special, but the "Heavenly Qilin" cloud script embroidered on the cuffs, which subtly conveyed sword intent, could be considered a highlight.

"Fancy and overly elaborate"

He ran his fingertips over the defensive array patterns embedded in his clothes and shook his head inwardly.

This kind of protective barrier is not only inferior to the killing moves of a Golden Core cultivator, but it is also far less effective than the physical defense of a martial arts cultivator. It is worse than nothing.

After tidying up, Zhao Wuji pushed open the carved wooden door of the mansion and walked out of the courtyard.

"Greetings, Master Zhao!"

Four sword attendants on duty by the mountain path bowed in unison. The girl in the lead held the sword box in her hand with a slight tremor, and her eyes were filled with reverence that almost overflowed.

This is the chief swordsman who surpasses even the Holy Kirin!
"lead the way."

As Zhao Wuji's sleeves billowed, he instructed, "Go to the Sword Pavilion first, then to the Sword Washing Pool."

"I will obey the sword's decree!"

The sword servants moved with incredible speed, and the bluestone steps lit up with tiny array patterns as they walked, before they all took to the air on their swords.

The swordsman leading the way stole a glance at the dashing, handsome figure walking behind him with his hands behind his back.

When the mountain wind lifted his clothes, the cold soul sword sheath hanging at his waist was vaguely revealed, along with the sword token bearing the words "First".

Along the way, sword light darted between the peaks, surrounded by a misty aura like clouds, and spirit birds took flight like butterflies.

Any sword sect disciples encountered along the way, whether acquainted or not, would stop abruptly a hundred feet away, their hands forming a sword incantation in front of their chests, and bowing in the highest-level "welcoming salute."

"Greetings, Master Zhao!"

The sound waves were like a tidal wave, yet not chaotic.

Since the sword competition at the Sword Platform a few days ago, the name "Heavenly Kirin" has resonated deeply in the hearts of all Sword Sect disciples.

Not to mention ordinary disciples, even the deacons of various peaks would take the initiative to make way and pay their respects when they saw him.

Each Qilin Swordsman possesses authority no less than that of an elder, let alone the Heavenly Qilin First Swordsman who surpasses the Holy Qilin.

As Zhao Wuji's sword light swept across the main peak, several inner disciples sitting cross-legged on the Sword Inquiry Rock hurriedly stood up.

One of them, in his haste, dropped his flying sword with a clatter, but dared not pick it up immediately. Instead, he remained in a bowing posture and loudly proclaimed, "Welcome, Celestial Qilin, True Man Zhao!"

Zhao Wuji flicked his sleeve, and an invisible sword aura lifted the falling sword. He chuckled and said, "How can a swordsman's sword be so easily dropped?"

The disciple caught the flying sword, his face flushed with excitement.

Once the sword light had faded into the distance, the sword cultivator beside him dared to whisper with envy, "Was what Master Zhao just used the legendary 'body transforms into sword energy'?"

"Fool! That's sword energy as fine as silk!"

The older disciple whispered a rebuke, "The Master uses only the most ordinary swordsmanship, yet he can turn the mundane into the miraculous. That is the Sword Master."

"The First Swordsman!"

As everyone gazed at the sword light that had already turned into a black dot on the horizon, their eyes grew even more fervent. No one dared to object to it simply because it was an outsider.

In the Qilin Sword Sect, where sword cultivators are revered, someone who can subdue the seven sword masters with a single sword strike already holds a status above that of an ordinary elder.

Even the Grand Elder Fang Lingchu would address him as "Master Zhao" upon first meeting him.
(End of this chapter)