Chapter 405: Six Intents |
Below the Sword Pavilion, news of Chen Qing breaking through had already swept through all of Jiuli City like a hurricane.
"I heard someone broke through to over seventy levels in one go!"
"Who? Which expert?"
"Not an old-generation Grandmaster—a young person! Using a spear!"
"A spear? Using a spear to break through the Sword Pavilion?"
"Absolutely true! Named Chen Qing, a True Disciple of the Tianbao Upper Sect, Luo Zhixian's disciple!"
"Hiss—Luo Zhixian's disciple?! No wonder!"
On long streets and in back alleys, in wine shops and tea houses, countless people looked up at the towering Sword Pavilion, their discussions boiling like water.
Breaking through to over seventy levels in one go wasn't just a test of strength, but a comprehensive tempering of stamina, will, and martial Dao foundation.
And today, a young person was using spear to break sword, climbing upward step by step.
Luo Zhixian still followed with his hands behind his back three steps behind Chen Qing, his gray robe gently swaying in the fierce wind at the Sword Pavilion's heights.
His gaze was calm as water, yet always resting on his disciple's straight back.
"Xiao Jiuli, does this disciple of mine... meet your standards?"
The eightieth level.
Chen Qing stepped onto the stone steps.
A middle-aged man emerged from the wooden house. He held a writing brush, merely saying flatly, "I am 'Scholar Swordsman' Zhao Wenyuan, here to experience your spear technique."
As his words fell, he brought the brush down heavily!
"Whoosh—!"
That final vertical stroke of the sword character emerged like an unsheathing blade, transforming into a pale golden sword qi condensed like solid matter, tearing through the air and shooting directly at Chen Qing's face!
Chen Qing's brow furrowed.
Sword qi taking form, intent arising from characters!
This scholar had actually integrated sword intent into calligraphy, using brush and ink as sword, using written characters as techniques!
He didn't dare be careless. The Jingzhe Spear thrust forward, the spear tip pointing out, precisely striking that sword qi's edge.
"Ding—!"
The sound of metal striking metal rang out clearly.
Chen Qing only felt a sharp, condensed force transmit through the spear shaft. The sword intent contained within actually had three layers of transformation: one layer fierce as splitting mountains, the second continuous as flowing water, the third treacherous as cloud and mist!
"Three sword intents fused?"
Chen Qing was secretly alarmed. The spear momentum in his hands changed accordingly.
The Jingzhe Spear's shaft trembled slightly, the spear tip tracing three subtle circular arcs in an instant, each arc corresponding to one sword intent characteristic.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Three crisp sounds almost simultaneously exploded!
Zhao Wenyuan's condensed sword qi collapsed on impact, transforming into countless golden specks that dispersed in the air.
Only then did he slowly raise his head, a trace of surprise in his eyes, "Excellent spear technique! To actually dissolve my 'Three-Layered Scholar Sword' with three different spear intents in an instant!"
Chen Qing withdrew his spear and stood, saying in a deep voice, "Scholar Zhao using brush as sword, concealing sword intent within characters, has also greatly opened this junior's eyes."
Zhao Wenyuan set down his wolf-hair brush, rising to cup his fists, "Your spear Dao attainments are profound. Zhao is ashamed of his inferiority. Please proceed to the eighty-first level."
"I yield."
Chen Qing cupped his fists in return, turned and walked out of the wooden house, stepping toward the eighty-first level stone steps.
This level's sword guardian didn't appear. The wooden house door simply opened on its own, an aged voice transmitting from within:
"This old one is 'Sword Observer,' not your match. Please!"
He actually withdrew without fighting!
Chen Qing was slightly stunned, then immediately understood. Though the Sword Pavilion's guardians had responsibilities, they weren't pedantic fools.
Facing an opponent they knew they couldn't defeat, openly admitting defeat was also a manifestation of the sword Dao's direct heart.
He bowed solemnly toward the wooden house direction and continued upward.
The eighty-second level through the eighty-eighth level.
The sword guardians on these levels each had their own distinctive sword techniques, all quite extraordinary.
Chen Qing broke through gate after gate, his spear techniques becoming increasingly condensed.
He no longer confined himself to any particular spear technique set, but instead integrated the essentials of the twelve supreme spear techniques he had mastered, each move coming at hand a brilliant technique.
The spear followed his body's movement, intent following the spear's motion.
The duration of combat at each level wasn't long—as short as three moves, as long as ten moves. Chen Qing could always find flaws in his opponent's sword techniques, defeating enemies in the most efficient, most effective manner.
At the same time, his Dragon Roar Army-Breaking Spear progressed by leaps and bounds daily, Chen Qing's comprehension of the spear Dao also continuously deepening.
What was truly precious was that under the envelopment of this ubiquitous 'sword domain,' Chen Qing was able to genuinely touch the embryonic form and patterns of that which transcended techniques and rose above artistic conception—the domain.
This comprehension was like a seed quietly buried in his heart's field. Though not yet sprouted, it had already taken root, waiting for future wind and cloud opportunities to grow into towering potential.
The crowd observing below had already gathered several hundred people, their discussion rising wave after wave:
"Eighty-fifth level! 'Frost Sword' Leng Qiuyue has also lost!"
"That's someone who once consecutively slew thirteen Jinting experts in the northern territories!"
"Chen Qing only used seven spear thrusts... seven thrusts to break the Frost Sword intent!"
"Eighty-sixth level, 'Ghost Shadow Sword' Mo Sangeng! His sword technique is ghost-like and demon-like, most difficult to fathom!"
"Broken! Chen Qing used spear intent to form an array. Once the embryonic form of the True Martial Demon-Quelling Spear formation emerged, all ghost shadows scattered!"
"Eighty-seventh level..."
"Eighty-eighth level..."
When Chen Qing stepped onto the eighty-ninth level stone steps, the entire Jiuli City seemed to hold its breath.
The eighty-ninth level.
This level had no wooden house. The stone steps suddenly opened up here, forming a stone platform about ten zhang in radius.
On the stone platform, three sword cultivators stood in triangular positions.
The one on the left wore black robes, had a cold stern face, carried a broad sword on his back, his aura heavy and condensed as a mountain.
The one on the right wore white robes, had gentle eyes and brows, a thin sword hanging at his waist, his aura nimble and lively as water.
The one in the center wore green robes, had an indifferent expression, held a longsword, his aura ethereal as wind.
The three people's energy mechanisms were connected, faintly forming a unified whole, as if they weren't three people but a naturally formed sword formation.
"Three Talents Sword Formation—Mountain Peak Yue, Water Flow Yun, Wind Force Liu—here to experience your superior techniques."
The black-robed swordsman spoke in a deep voice.
Chen Qing's gaze swept over the three people, alarm bells ringing loudly in his heart.
Regarding the Three Talents Sword Formation, he had also heard of its renown.
The Three Talents Sword Formation—heaven, earth, and human talents combining, offense and defense integrated, transformations infinite!
"Please."
Chen Qing held his spear horizontally before him.
Almost the instant Chen Qing's words fell, the Three Talents Sword Formation moved!
Mountain Peak Yue stepped forward with one stride. The ground shook with a boom. The broad sword on his back left its sheath, the sword body as thick and heavy as a door plank, slashing horizontally with one stroke!
The sword wind howled, as if an entire mountain was grinding down!
Chen Qing didn't retreat but advanced, the Jingzhe Spear like a raging dragon emerging from the sea, thrusting straight with one strike!
The spear tip struck the broad sword's thickest section, erupting with a muffled boom!
Chen Qing only felt a tremendous force transmit through, his form sliding back half a step.
And just as he rapidly retreated, Water Flow Yun moved!
His form slid like flowing water to Chen Qing's left side. The thin sword left its sheath, sword light like silk and threads, instantly thrusting thirty-six times, each sword pointing at vital points around Chen Qing's body!
Sword light dense as rain, sealing off all evasion space!
Chen Qing took a deep breath. The Jingzhe Spear in his hands danced like a wheel, blocking that sky full of sword rain!
"Clang clang clang clang—!"
Dense collision sounds like popping beans exploded!
Sword light and spear radiance interwove and scattered, sparks flying everywhere on the stone platform!
And just as Chen Qing divided his attention to block the sword rain—
Wind Force Liu moved!
His form drifted like a phantom to the side-rear of Chen Qing's true body. The longsword thrust out soundlessly, the sword tip pointing precisely at Chen Qing's back!
This sword thrust was fast, accurate, ruthless, and its timing grasped to perfection!
Chen Qing seemed to have eyes on his back. At the instant the longsword approached his body, his true body suddenly shifted three feet to the right, narrowly avoiding the sword edge by a hair's breadth!
At the same time, his left hand formed finger-sword, pointing backward with one strike!
Wind Force Liu's expression changed slightly. His form rapidly retreated, the sword edge turning, establishing a layer of sword qi barrier before him.
"Shh!"
The finger force like a spear struck the sword qi barrier, stirring up ripples, but ultimately couldn't penetrate.
But this obstruction had already won Chen Qing a breathing opportunity!
The three split forms instantly returned to the main body. Chen Qing stood holding his spear, his gaze sweeping over the three people who had reformed their triangular formation, thoughts racing in his heart:
"The Three Talents Sword Formation—mountain governs defense, water governs entanglement, wind governs attack. The three people's energy mechanisms are connected, offense and defense integrated. To break the formation, I must simultaneously strike down all three, or... break their energy mechanism connection!"
He took a deep breath. The Jingzhe Spear's shaft began trembling slightly, emitting a low hum.
On the spear tip, a point of golden radiance slowly condensed.
Mountain Peak Yue and the other two exchanged glances, all seeing the gravity in each other's eyes.
The next moment, all three moved simultaneously!
"Mountain Collapse!"
"Water Flood!"
"Wind Howl!"
The broad sword like a mountain collapsing from above, the thin sword like water flooding in all directions, the longsword like wind howling through nine heavens!
Three rays of sword light from three directions, carrying the momentum of heaven, earth, and human talents, strangled toward Chen Qing!
Before the sword light arrived, sword intent had already sealed off the entire stone platform!
No avoiding it, only a head-on clash!
Chen Qing's eyes burst with brilliant light. The Jingzhe Spear in his hands thrust forth resolutely!
"Hum—!"
As the spear thrust out, dragon chants faintly appeared, wind and thunder accompanying!
That point of golden radiance at the spear tip suddenly exploded, transforming into six condensed spear intent phantoms solid as reality!
Six spear intents, mutually complementing each other, intertwining with one another, ultimately converging at the single point of the spear tip!
"Break!!!"
Chen Qing shouted lowly. The Jingzhe Spear transformed into a brilliant golden rainbow, resolutely crashing into the Three Talents Sword Formation!
"Boom—!!!"
A deafening explosion rang out!
The stone platform violently trembled, air waves sweeping outward like a tsunami. If not for the Sword Pavilion itself having formation reinforcement, this entire level of stone steps would probably have been overturned!
Golden light and sword light madly collided!
Mountain Peak Yue's broad sword was shaken upward by the spear intent, his entire person staggering backward.
Water Flow Yun's thin sword was ground inch by inch to pieces by the spear intent, fragments scattering like rain. He grunted, flying backward and crashing at the stone platform's edge.
Wind Force Liu's longsword collided head-on with the spear tip. Only hearing a "crack," the sword body broke in the middle. He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, kneeling on one knee, supporting himself with the broken sword to avoid collapsing.
The Three Talents Sword Formation—broken!
Chen Qing withdrew his spear and stood, his breathing slightly disordered, the sleeves of his spear-holding right arm torn by sword qi into several gashes, but no obvious wounds on his body.
He looked at the three people, cupping his fists, "I yield."
Mountain Peak Yue wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiling bitterly, "Six spear intents fused... Your spear Dao attainments, this old one admires. Please proceed to the ninetieth level."
Water Flow Yun and Wind Force Liu also struggled to their feet, cupping their fists to clear the path.
Chen Qing said no more, turning to step toward the ninetieth level stone steps.
Below, the entire Jiuli City had already boiled over!
"Ninetieth level! He's broken through to the ninetieth level!"
"My heavens! Three years! A full three years since anyone reached the ninetieth level!"
"Chen Qing! Spear Dao genius! No, spear Dao prodigy!"
"How old is he? I heard he's not yet even forty!"
"At such an age, with such strength... his future will certainly have a seat on the Grandmaster Rankings!"
Countless gazes focused on Chen Qing.
Chen Qing seemed oblivious.
He stood before the ninetieth level stone steps, gently stroking the Jingzhe Spear's shaft, feeling the subtle trembling transmitted through the spear body.
The ninetieth level.
An old man walked out from the wooden house.
His face was withered, both eyes tightly closed, wearing simple gray cloth robes, a scabbardless wooden sword resting across his knees.
The wooden sword was very ordinary, just made of common peach wood, even the wood grain visible.
But when Chen Qing stepped onto the stone platform, that wooden sword trembled slightly.
The old man slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes were very turbid, as if covered by a layer of fog, but when his gaze fell on Chen Qing, Chen Qing felt a stinging pain on his skin.
Not killing intent, but purely ultimate... sword intent.
"This old one is 'Heart Sword' Gu Wangchen, guarding this level for thirty years."
The old man's voice was hoarse yet clearly transmitted to Chen Qing's ears, "According to Sword Pavilion rules, above the ninetieth level, guardians may set their own trial methods."
He paused, slowly raising his right hand, extending two withered fingers.
"This old one will only use two moves. If you can receive them, you may proceed upward."
Only two moves?
Chen Qing's expression remained unchanged, but inwardly he grew cautious.
Among the crowd observing below, someone cried out in alarm:
"Heart Sword Gu Wangchen! A sword Dao expert who already cultivated 'Heart Sword Without Form' thirty years ago!"
"Countless experts have fallen here!"
"The ninetieth level is a heavenly chasm! None but Grandmasters can pass!"
"Chen Qing is strong, but ultimately young. Can he receive these two moves?"
Amid the discussion, Chen Qing slowly assumed his spear stance.
The Jingzhe Spear's tip angled toward the ground.
He knew these two moves would absolutely not be simple.
Gu Wangchen's eyes narrowed to slits.
The mist in those turbid pupils completely dispersed, suddenly lighting up with two points of cold starlight.
He didn't move. Even the wooden sword on his knees didn't lift by the slightest fraction. He merely waved his sleeve forward lightly.
"Whoo—"
Wind sounds suddenly rose, yet vanished in an instant.
It wasn't truly wind rising, but rather when his sleeve fluttered, the sword intent it brought sliced through the air, severing even sound.
Immediately after, that withered right hand formed finger-sword, pointing toward where Chen Qing stood.
This pointing gesture was extremely light and slow.
Yet just as the fingertip stopped!
"Boom!!!"
The space within three zhang around Chen Qing's body suddenly exploded!
Not air waves, not True Origin, but a sword qi frenzy purely condensed from sword intent!
As if thousands upon thousands of sharp swords were simultaneously born, shooting toward him from all directions!
Each ray of sword qi was as fine as a needle yet sharp to the extreme. Wherever it passed, the air was cut into countless fine black cracks.
Before the sword qi arrived, that bone-chilling sword intent had already penetrated his skin!
All of Chen Qing's body hair stood on end.
This simply wasn't a momentum the naked eye could capture. Even divine sense found it difficult to sense in time!
Gentle Water Silk-Winding! Thousand Layer Net!
Chen Qing shouted lowly in his heart. The Jingzhe Spear suddenly danced!
The spear shaft transformed into a hazy phantom. Not fiercely and rapidly thrusting, but tracing round, densely packed arcs.
The Gentle Water Silk-Winding spear intent was activated to the extreme. Wherever the spear tip passed, the air seemed to transform into viscous flowing water. Layer upon layer of spear force interwove and stacked, establishing a densely packed, incomparably flexible spear net before him!
"Shh shh shh shh shh—!!!"
Countless fine sounds like silk being sliced exploded!
The invisible sword qi crashed into the spear net, immediately enveloped by layer upon layer of soft force.
Though the sword qi was sharp, it seemed trapped in endless soft netting, its force rapidly divided and disintegrated.
Chen Qing's form flashed and turned at extreme speed within a space of mere inches, each step perfectly executed. The Jingzhe Spear coiled around his body like a spirit serpent, the spear net constantly breaking and regenerating.
In just three breaths, he had already dissolved no less than several hundred rays of invisible sword qi!
However, how could Gu Wangchen's sword be so simple?
Just as Chen Qing concentrated fully on responding to the frontal sword qi frenzy, his spine suddenly went cold!
An ice-cold sword intent, without any warning, materialized three feet behind him and instantly locked onto his back's vital point!
Fast!
Too fast!
That sword intent was completely hidden within the previous wave of sword qi frenzy, only suddenly erupting three feet before contact, like a deadly undercurrent lurking beneath surging waves!
Chen Qing simply didn't have time to turn his head, didn't even have time to capture it with divine sense.
Only instinct drove his body to make the most correct response!
His left foot fiercely stepped forward half a step, his waist forcibly twisting. The Jingzhe Spear didn't have time to withdraw. His left arm fiercely slapped toward behind!
"Clang—!!!"
The explosive sound of metal striking metal erupted!
Chen Qing's left palm struck a sword.
A shadowless sword!
Chen Qing borrowed the momentum to lunge forward. His right wrist vibrated, the Jingzhe Spear finally sweeping back around, the spear tip tracing a sharp arc of light, sweeping toward behind.
"Clang!"
The shadowless sword struck once then retreated, once again hiding in empty space, as if it had never appeared.
Chen Qing landed, staring at Gu Wangchen.
The other party still sat cross-legged in his original position, wooden sword across his knees, as if he had never moved.
But Chen Qing knew that shadowless sword just now was precisely this old man's terrifying killing technique of sword intent taking form!
No shadow, no form, no trace, no tracks. Only at the instant of thrusting would a trace of killing intent fluctuation reveal a hint of its presence.
The sword arose from the heart, manifesting at a thought!
"The first move, you've received."
Gu Wangchen slowly spoke, his voice still hoarse.
"This old one has guarded this level for thirty years, witnessing one hundred seventy-three challengers."
"Those who could receive the first move 'Shadowless Sword Rain' like this number less than twenty."
He paused, his withered fingers raising again.
"The second move."
"Is a comprehension this old one occasionally obtained from sitting withered for thirty years, observing the sea of clouds gathering and scattering, the sun and moon's rotation, human hearts arising and extinguishing."
Before his words finished, the aura around his entire body suddenly changed.
The peach wood sword on his knees actually spontaneously slowly rose, suspended in the air three feet before him.
The sword body had no luster, the wood grain still clearly visible.
Gu Wangchen's extended finger, extremely slowly and extremely gently, pointed toward the wooden sword's hilt.
"Hum—"
The wooden sword emitted a low, long ringing sound. Not the sound of metal on metal, but rather like ancient pines welcoming wind, deep pools rising with waves.
Then the wooden sword soundlessly... dissipated.
Chen Qing took a deep breath!
In his perception, the space before Gu Wangchen held nothing, transformed into a terrifying sword intent vortex!
Gu Wangchen spoke softly, and that sword intent vortex moved.
No trajectory, no process.
Five sword intents, interweaving with each other, mutually complementing, transforming into an execution sword net!
Chen Qing only felt the air around him transform into copper walls and iron ramparts. Even moving a finger required expending tremendous effort.
Even more terrifying was that those five sword intents directly invaded his mind and spirit!
This was the might of heart sword—slashing both body and spirit!
Chen Qing abandoned all distracting thoughts, his mind and spirit sinking inward.
Six spear intents arose from his heart, ultimately all fusing into the Jingzhe Spear's body!
"Hum hum hum hum hum hum—!!!"
The spear shaft violently trembled, emitting six layers of humming at different pitches!
At the spear tip, a point of golden radiance rapidly contracted, then suddenly exploded!
True Martial Demon-Quelling Spear! Subduing Demons and Suppressing Mountains!
Chen Qing expelled breath and gave voice. The Jingzhe Spear thrust forward, seemingly slow yet actually swift!
"Boom—!!!"
An indescribable tremendous sound erupted!
The instant the spear rainbow contacted the sword net, time seemed to freeze for a moment.
Both of Chen Qing's arm sleeves completely shattered, revealing the dragon-like muscular arms beneath!
The spear rainbow advanced inch by inch. With each inch forward, the sword net dimmed by one part.
On Gu Wangchen's withered face, for the first time a clearly visible expression of being moved appeared.
His finger suspended in the air trembled slightly, fine beads of sweat seeping from his temple corners.
Five sword intents fused from thirty years of withered sitting comprehension, actually resisted head-on by a young junior with six spear intents, even counter-suppressed!
The spear rainbow at Chen Qing's Jingzhe Spear tip suddenly blazed bright!
"Riiip—!!!"
The sword net was completely torn apart!
The five sword intent phantoms cried out mournfully, suddenly collapsing, transforming into countless light points that dispersed in the air.
The spear rainbow's remaining momentum didn't decline, directly stabbing toward Gu Wangchen's face!
But when still over a foot from the old man's brow, Chen Qing's wrist suddenly vibrated. The spear rainbow deflected three parts, brushing past Gu Wangchen's ear and bombarding the Sword Pavilion's stone wall behind!
"Boom—!!!"
A muffled sound like a giant hammer beating a drum transmitted, taking a full three breaths to gradually subside, leaving behind a conspicuous scratch about an inch deep and over a zhang long.
Chen Qing withdrew his spear and stood, exhaling a breath of turbid air, his expression calm and composed.
Gu Wangchen looked at Chen Qing, looking for a long while.
The turbidity in the old man's eyes completely vanished, replaced by a kind of profundity.
He looked at Chen Qing for a long time before bowing, "Each generation produces talented people... This old one has lost."
His voice wasn't loud, yet it exploded like thunder in everyone's ears!
Heart Sword Gu Wangchen had admitted defeat!
Chen Qing had broken through the ninetieth level!
The crowd below fell deathly silent for an instant, then erupted with mountain-shaking, sea-calling shouts of alarm!
"He passed! Passed the ninetieth level!"
"My heavens! He received Heart Sword's two moves!"
"So young... a prodigy! An absolute prodigy!"
"The spear Dao is about to produce a truly remarkable figure!"
Chen Qing slowly withdrew his spear, returning Gu Wangchen's salute solemnly, "Thank you for Senior's guidance."
Gu Wangchen shook his head, his gaze passing over Chen Qing to look at Luo Zhixian who had remained quietly observing throughout, deeply bowing. He couldn't help but think inwardly: This Luo Zhixian has taught a monster.
When he thrust this sword, it was extraordinary.
Wherever the sword edge reached, it almost never failed, rarely meeting equals among peers.
Even someone as proud as Xiao Jiuli had once praised this technique.
Today it had actually been defeated by a junior!
And the sword guardians from the ninety-first to ninety-ninth levels, at this moment all felt their hearts tighten.
Those who could break through to the ninetieth level were mostly contemporary top experts, among them no lack of Grandmaster figures.
To break through to the ninetieth level at such a young age was rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.
Today Chen Qing came to challenge. If they lost, they would become stepping stones for this new spear Dao star.
In the wooden house on the ninety-first level, a middle-aged swordsman's eyes narrowed slightly. He gripped his longsword tightly, sword intent gathering and ready.
Ninety-second level, ninety-third level...
Every sword guardian focused their mind and spirit, adjusting their state, preparing to meet Chen Qing's challenge.
Chen Qing regulated his breathing briefly, then prepared to step toward the ninety-first level.
Just then!
From the Sword Pavilion's peak, deep within the sea of clouds, a clear sword chime suddenly transmitted.
"Zheng—!"
The sword chime wasn't loud, yet clearly transmitted into every person's ears, as if directly ringing in the depths of mind and spirit.
The next moment, the sea of clouds churned. A figure slowly descended from the Sword Pavilion's peak.
That person wore plain white robes, appeared only about forty years old, with gentle eyes and brows, transcendent temperament.
He walked on empty air, lotuses blooming with each step.
With his appearance, all the Sword Pavilion's sword guardians, regardless of which level they were on, simultaneously stopped their movements, facing that figure, bowing and cupping fists:
"Greetings to the Sword Lord!"
The sound wave like a tide, layer by layer descending from the Sword Pavilion's peak, ultimately converging into earth-shaking reverberations, "Greetings to the Sword Lord—!!!"
Below the stone steps, thousands of observing experts also couldn't help but bow in salute, calling out in unison:
"Greetings to the Sword Lord!!!"
The sound shook the nine heavens, the sea of clouds churning.
Chen Qing looked up at that figure standing in midair.
Sword Lord! Xiao Jiuli!
Yan Kingdom's foremost swordsman, Jiuli City's lord, a peak figure ranked at the forefront of the Grandmaster Rankings!
He had finally appeared.
Xiao Jiuli's gaze directly looked toward Luo Zhixian behind Chen Qing, the corners of his mouth revealing a trace of a faint smile, "Many years unseen, you still enjoy causing trouble for me as always."
Luo Zhixian said flatly, "Your Sword Pavilion has stood for so many years, isn't it meant for people to break through? Today I merely brought my disciple to gain some experience."
The two people's dialogue was relaxed and casual, yet made everyone below listen with trembling hearts.
Under heaven, those who dared speak to the Sword Lord like this weren't many.