Remould the Glory of Sword Art

Just one breath.

The indestructible Green Sea Concealing God Array was shattered by the Sword Qi.

The dharma collapsed.

Six disciples spewed a large mouthful of almost, flying horizontally away.

Above the Lotus Dojo.

Only the white-haired elder remained standing...

Smoke and dust enveloped the dojo, making the lone standing figure seem somewhat desolate and lonely.

The elder with white hair swayed slightly.

"What... Divine Skill is this?"

The elder's voice was hoarse, struggling to speak.

The previous sword strike was so fast that even he didn't catch it clearly.

"It's not a Divine Skill."

Xie Xuanyi said calmly, "It's just an ordinary sword... nothing more."

Reaching the pinnacle of Sword Dao, it is this way.

In battles of the same realm, victory or defeat is often decided in an instant.

With Xie Xuanyi's Flying Sword Skill, defeating a Yin God Realm cultivator only takes a moment. Not to mention this elder from the Wave Viewing Pavilion who barely reached the twentieth realm with formations and elixirs, even if someone like the "Fire Master" of Great Perfection came to challenge, the result would be the same; no Yin God cultivator using normal methods could withstand this sword.

Unless... the opponent is a monster like Xie Xuanyi, possessing the strength to join the Ten Heroes at the Mountain Peak in the Yin God Realm.

Such beings, how many are there in the world?

If True Master Jun Shan cultivated to the twentieth realm, he might manage it.

Miao Zhen Buddha Son, having advanced prematurely to the Yin God Realm, nearly cut off such a possibility...

In a way, wanting to match a Yang God with the body of a Yin God requires being a "Reincarnator" and, after re-cultivating, reaching the pinnacle in Condensing Dao.

"Not a Divine Skill?"

This elder of the Chao Yin Pavilion, who briefly reached the twentieth realm through a Golden Core, let out a bitter smile and staggered several steps backward.

The laughter sounded extremely desolate.

Before the clash, he was confident...

This dharma surely had strength comparable to the "Great Perfection."

He knew, of course, that Xie Xuanyi was not someone a "Great Perfection" could rival. But being a Yin God cultivator, he figured he could manage a few moves with this dharma.

Unexpectedly...

Just one sword.

All illusions shattered.

The white-haired elder spurted a mouthful of blood and fell backward.

Below the dojo, someone sighed softly and stood up.

As these two moments happened simultaneously, Qi Lie, observing nearby, was the first to sense the anomaly and immediately prepared to intercept.

But within his Heart Lake, Xie Xuanyi's voice of restraint echoed.

"No need to worry."

Xie Xuanyi still sat in the center of the dojo.

He stopped Qi Lie, the Golden Turtle Peak Law Enforcers, and the Black Scale Guards arranged by the Book Tower in the shadows.

Thus, the man wearing a straw hat below the dojo easily reached the center, extending his palm to support the elder's heart from behind, sending a sliver of Primordial Energy to help protect his meridians and prevent the injury from worsening too severely.

He was a "young man," at least in posture he looked so.

The wind lifted the wide straw hat and rain cloak, revealing at his waist a faintly visible, snow-like, gleaming long blade hanging on his side.

This attire was quite simple and coarse, but the blade was dazzlingly bright.

This youth in a straw hat and rain cloak's appearance wasn't documented in the Book Tower records; the Black Scale Guards almost collected data on all the cultivators from the Li Kingdom entering Da Sui Sword Palace, but not this person.

The reason was simple.

Some existences can't be investigated or captured by the Black Scale Guards.

Yang God.

"My lord..."

The white-haired elder's face was already pale, and seeing the newcomer, his eyes turned panicked.

He wanted to open his mouth to explain.

But the straw hat youth interrupted with a smile, saying, "I know you did your best. It's not your fault for losing the fight... I won't blame you, nor will I blame the Chao Yin Pavilion."

The two spoke softly and their conversation didn't reach outside the dojo.

But Xie Xuanyi heard it clearly.

The Chao Yin Pavilion was already one of the top Holy Lands in the Li Kingdom.

Who had the right to hold the Chao Yin Pavilion accountable...

How many people in the Li Kingdom?

Although the straw hat youth dressed modestly, he had no intention of hiding his sect identity... from the moment he revealed the blade at his waist, his identity was obvious.

Many in the audience had already guessed who he was.

There are many Sword Cultivators in this world, but only one Holy Land for Sword Cultivators.

That is the Da Sui Sword Palace of the Da Chu Dynasty.

Similarly... there are many sects for Sword Cultivators, but only one Holy Land for Sword Cultivators.

Da Li, One Strike Sect.

"Young Master Luo."

Xie Xuanyi smiled, speaking the other's name, then slowly stood up as a sign of respect.

However, apart from standing up... he took no other action.

He did not draw his sword.

Nor did he perform any dharma or Dao Domain.

He even kept his hands behind him.

From Xie Xuanyi's expression and demeanor, it was hard to see any tension; only a calm and effortless grace was present.

This time, among the Ten Heroes of the World, two "Top Climbers" surprised everyone: one was Yin God Realm Xie Xuanyi, the other was Young Master Luo of the One Strike Sect. In the previous golden age, Luo Hai was almost unknown... He was different from Chen Chong, who intentionally avoided the world and did not participate in worldly struggles to stay away from Xie Xuanyi's edge.

But Luo Hai, with ordinary achievements, seemed unremarkable.

Yet this "ordinary genius," years later, became one of the Mountain Peak Yang Gods.

"Mountain Master Xie."

The blade-wearing youth removed his straw hat, smiling, "Meeting is far better than only hearing of you... Mountain Master Xie, what a remarkable presence, and that sword strike just now was eye-opening indeed."

"Since the friend wants to come, why not come openly?"

Xie Xuanyi casually said, "If you had sent word in advance, Lotus Peak would certainly have prepared a distinguished seat for you... This session, I would have prepared well, not leaving things so crude."

"After reaching the Yang God Realm, there are many inconveniences."

Luo Hai sighed lightly, shrugged, and said, "You, as one of the 'Ten Heroes,' should understand this, Brother Xie, right?"

Mountain Peak cultivators, every move, could involve fate and destiny.

Casual movements aren't much.

But if fighting with full force, a mountain's fortune could be affected.

"After all this talk... isn't Young Master Luo here in the end?"

Xie Xuanyi spoke again, calmly.

"Actually, I didn't want to come."

Luo Hai paused for a moment, glanced at the few young cultivators, who fell to the east and west of the Chao Yin Pavilion helplessly, and said, "It's just that some unpleasant things happened recently... I have to make a trip. If Mountain Master Xie had lost, I would have turned back the way I came."

"What a pity."

Xie Xuanyi said calmly, "I won."

"It is quite a pity."

Luo Hai nodded slightly, saying with some regret, "So... I must show myself."

As he said this.

He opened the rain cloak, drawing out the long blade.

It was a pure white ceremony blade, its blade slightly curved, its sharpness hidden within the sheath, yet already exuding overwhelming pressure.

This slight pressure didn't surge like the previous Green Sea Concealing God Array.

But it excelled in being continuous and endless.

The faint sound of the blade's song descended over the Lotus Dojo.

"Brother Xie, I truly apologize."

Luo Hai held the blade in one hand, lifting it horizontally in front of him, he said earnestly, "I question your 'Ten Heroes' status. Climbing this stage today, I will only use one slash. If you can withstand it... it will prove you indeed have the qualification to be equal to the Yang God."

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(Another update will be available tomorrow morning.)