I, a spoiled young master, conquered the Crown Princess right from the start!

Faced with this sudden sword strike, the Sword Palace Master showed no surprise whatsoever.

He didn't even use his weapon; he simply extended his right hand, joined his index and middle fingers together, and casually pointed at the incoming demonic sword in mid-air.

"bite."

A seemingly insignificant wisp of golden sword light flicked from his fingertip.

However, this seemingly casual gesture appears to contain the ultimate truth of swordsmanship.

The domineering and incomparable demonic sword energy, which seemed capable of devouring everything, melted away inch by inch the moment it touched this wisp of golden sword light, just like ice and snow meeting the sun.

Immediately afterwards, an irresistible and immense power flowed through the Emperor's Sword.

boom!

Chu Feng's body was struck as if by lightning. He was sent flying backward for hundreds of miles, smashing countless fragments of stars along the way. He finally managed to stabilize himself, and a sweet taste rose in his throat. He spat out a mouthful of golden holy blood, which stained the starry sky in front of him.

One move, and the difference in skill is immediately apparent!

The might of the Holy Emperor is terrifying!

Just then, in Chu Feng's sea of ​​consciousness, the slightly helpless voice of Sword Demon Dugu Shang slowly rang out.

"Damn it, I never expected that the current Sword Palace Master's swordsmanship would have reached such a level. He has returned to simplicity and has grasped the essence of the 'Swordless' realm. Kid, this is troublesome. I'm afraid my remnant soul's power is no match for him."

Chu Feng regained consciousness amidst the excruciating pain. He felt the turbulent blood and qi within his body, and the golden sword energy that still lingered in his meridians, constantly eroding his holy power. Yet, his eyes grew increasingly cold.

"Thank you, senior. Leave the rest to me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the demonic and world-weary look in Chu Feng's eyes faded away, replaced by that familiar, unruly madness.

At that moment, a figure in white appeared beside him as if by teleportation, supporting his slightly staggering body.

"Xiao Feng, how are you?"

Chu Qingge's voice carried a hint of urgency. As she looked at the bloodstains at the corner of Chu Feng's mouth, a surge of killing intent rose again in her cold phoenix eyes.

However, the Sword Palace Master on the opposite side was completely captivated by Chu Qingge.

His deep eyes shone with an unprecedented fervor, the kind of passion a swordsman feels when he sees a peerless sword, or a chess player when he encounters a worthy opponent!

"Innate Sword Body... Heaven-Slaying Sword..."

The Sword Palace Master's voice carried a hint of inexplicable admiration, as if he were appreciating a most perfect work of art.

"Wow, what a perfect combination! Little girl, what's your name?"

Chu Qingge did not answer, but instead shielded Chu Feng behind her. The Heaven-Slaying Sword in her hand emitted a series of deep sword cries, and her gaze clashed fiercely with Chu Feng's in the void.

"Hehe, interesting." The Lord of the Sword Palace was not angry at all, but laughed instead. "I see that you have a sword talent that is rarely seen throughout the ages, and I cannot bear to let such a pearl be sullied."

"So, you will become my disciple and a holy maiden of my Sword Palace. In return, I will forgive and forget what happened today and spare your lives, brother and sister. What do you say?"

Everyone was stunned by these words.

No one expected that this high and mighty Sword Palace Master would actually develop a desire to take on talented disciples.

However, before Chu Qingge could speak...

A nonchalant, slightly drunken voice suddenly rang out from the void.

"Hey, Little Swordsman, you're trying to undermine my Shu Mountain sect right in front of this old man. Aren't you showing a bit too little disrespect to Gu Santong?"

Before the words were finished, a disheveled old man wearing a tattered Taoist robe and carrying a wine gourd stepped out of the void, hiccuping from the alcohol.

It is indeed the ancient Santong!

He glanced at the Sword Palace Master, pursed his lips, then turned his gaze to Chu Qingge and chuckled.

"Little girl, don't be afraid. With this old man here, the sky won't fall down."

The Sword Palace Master frowned slightly upon seeing the suddenly appearing Gu Santong: "Shushan? That sect whose lineage was severed as early as the end of the Primordial Era?"

Upon hearing this, Gu Santong's face darkened abruptly. He tucked the wine gourd into his waistband, and a surge of sword intent erupted from his body!

"Who told you that Mount Shu has perished?"

"As long as I, Gu Santong, live, Mount Shu will remain!"

"Now, immediately, take your men and get out of here! Otherwise, don't blame this old man for making sure your Sword Palace has a new master today!"

Gu Santong's words were extremely domineering, showing no regard for a holy emperor whatsoever.

Upon hearing this, a hint of coldness finally appeared on the Sword Palace Master's usually placid face.

"Shushan is a thing of the past. How dare an old drunkard, who only knows how to cling to his shabby heritage and doesn't even dare to leave the mountain gate, spout nonsense before me?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a contempt that came from the bottom of his being.

"court death!"

Gu Santong was furious.

Mount Shu was his lifelong faith, and also his final Achilles' heel!

Without another word, he moved with lightning speed, transforming into a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, unleashing a devastating killing move!

"Shushan Sword Control Technique, Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Origin!"

With a roar, the entire star field seemed to transform into a sea of ​​swords!

Hundreds of millions of sharp and unparalleled sword energies appeared out of thin air, and under his control, they converged into a long sword energy dragon that stretched across the sky, roaring as it fiercely devoured the Sword Palace Master!

This move is completely different from Jian Wuhen's flashy but impractical "Sword Burial of the Galaxy".

Gu Santong's swords are simple and unadorned, with each sword aura containing the purest and most extreme meaning of "slashing"!

Faced with this devastating attack, a hint of seriousness finally appeared in the eyes of the Sword Palace Master.

"That's interesting."

He slowly raised his hand, still with his fingers together like a sword, but this time, his fingertips had a touch of chaotic color.

"The way of the sword is not used by you."