“What kind of sword technique is that?”

Having witnessed the entire battle between Lu Yang and Kun Qiu, the crowd of sword cultivators was astonished, gathering to discuss. They had seen many humans wielding swords, but this was their first time seeing a sword wielding a human.

As Lu Yang’s sword intent dissipated, he coughed dryly. The Everlasting Immortal Fairy’s antics had exhausted him. “It’s a sword technique I just improvised. I haven’t thought of a name yet.”

His words caused an even greater uproar.

“An improvised sword technique? That’s so impressive.”

“I wondered why Fellow Daoist Lu Yang’s sword technique seemed somewhat crude and needed polishing—so it’s because it was newly created!”

“To think a sword technique comprehended on the spot is so powerful.”

“Fellow Daoist Lu Yang, please give this sword technique a name.”

Lu Yang froze at the sudden request. What should I call it?

“Then let’s call it the...