High above, master and disciple held their breaths, facing each other with swords in their hands. Their powerful auras plunged heaven and earth into silence.

It was a clash between the two strongest sword cultivators of the present age. In a flash, they exchanged hundreds of blows. The slightest lapse in focus would decide the victor.

After the words left Yun Zhi’s mouth, the Taciturn Daoist Priest gazed at Lu Yang with pride. My youngest disciple has grown so much without my noticing.

Good. It’s time I let go.

“Your shifu has thought it over. Since I’ve never admitted defeat in my life, perhaps I should try it for once. I’ve decided. I admit…”

Swoosh.

A sharp sword qi came hurtling toward him, forcing the Taciturn Daoist Priest to block it. Before he could speak again, Lu Yang appeared before him in an...