"Clang!"
The twin swords collided fiercely. Li Bai and the Sword Saint, one wielding a river of blood, sharp and murderous; the other, sword yet undrawn, held the world's flowing light.
"Draw your sword!"
"Draw your sword!"
"Draw your sword!"
The Sword Saint seemed to go mad, incessantly slashing with his sword. In the presence of tens of thousands of miles of the city's populace, the man in white, with a mere sword aura, completely suppressed him. His famed ultimate skill, "Sword Suppression of Demons," proved utterly useless against this person's sword heart!
The Sword Saint narrowed his eyes, which blazed with towering rage. He had been renowned for a long time, his Heavenly Martial Realm alone compelling tens of thousands of sword cultivators from the Ten Great Imperial Dynasties to yield and surrender their swords!
"You!"
"Are unworthy of this name!"
Li Bai sneered, his hand flashing with azure flowing light. In an instant, the sky was filled with figures in white, and blooming azure lotuses instantly submerged the Sword Saint of the Sheng Yuan Imperial Dynasty. Within each lotus lay supreme azure sharpness.
"Presumptuous! I began practicing the sword at eight, dominating all directions. With the sword in my hand, I forged a supreme great path for hundreds of millions of sword cultivators across the land. With my three feet of azure sharpness, I defeated martial cultivators of the same realm. The Way of the Sword is invincible through time!"
"You, a mere beginner, unknown to the world, dare to speak grandly before this Saint and lecture me on the sword?"
"You seek death!"
Threads of blood-red swords, wrapped in baleful energy, tore through the azure flowing light. In an instant, the ten-thousand-mile blood-red river surged with crimson light.
The Sword Saint's eyes burst with ferocity. He took a step forward, instantly approaching Li Bai, who seemed slightly drunk. He brought down his sword, intending to defend his supreme reputation with his blade.
His movements were seamless, a fluid flow. Even the blood-red sword aura filling the sky revealed that his path of the sword must have been drenched in blood, fraught with hardship.
"Hahaha!"
"Gulp!"
A mouthful of fine wine went down his throat. Li Bai's drunken sword aura shot forth like a rainbow. Even as the blood-red sword approached him, he showed no trace of tension or disturbance, his expression serene, his face filled with intoxication. He softly shouted, "The Sword Gate towers five thousand feet high!"
"Boom Kacha!"
A colossal sword gate, five thousand feet tall, rose from the ground. In an instant, it separated the Sword Saint by thousands of feet, barring his advance.
A simple, ancient sword gate, filled with the sword intent of a peak master, appeared. The moment it materialized, countless sword cultivators prostrated themselves in reverence.
Above this sword gate, a massive sword box lay empty, its whereabouts unknown. Yet, this empty sword box pressed countless sword cultivators to their knees, their limbs fracturing.
"Hoo... hoo..."
The Sword Saint's long sword trembled, making his sword-holding arm shake uncontrollably. Veins bulged on his arm, and his face turned a mottled red and white.
"Boom!"
Li Bai, holding his azure flowing light, descended from the thousand-foot-high sword gate like a thunderbolt!
"Draw your sword!!"
"Draw your sword!!"
The Sword Saint felt immense frustration. The moment the supreme peak sword intent of the man in white appeared, the sword box remained empty.
Li Bai, with his strength, overwhelmed all. He swung his sword down!
His movements were incredibly ethereal, enhanced by his white attire, making him seem to dance in the void.
The Sword Saint, gripping his trembling, submissive long sword, suddenly raised his hand and parried.
"Boom!"
The blood-red sword and the azure flowing light collided again. The two distinct sword intents merged once more. As the void erupted, the Sword Saint suddenly felt a waft of ethereal qi, accompanied by a hint of wine aroma, followed by an extremely potent force, possessing the power to shatter mountains and rivers. This force struck his sword-holding arm directly.
"Clang!"
Sparks flew as the swords scraped against each other. "Kacha Kacha!" A cracking sound came from the Sword Saint's long sword. Then, his entire sword-holding arm felt a pain as if it were being torn apart, a searing sensation that reached his very brain.
He was instantly repelled, his sword-holding arm dragging downwards.
"Bang!"
The Sword Saint landed on his feet, his sword plunging into the ground. The immense impact on his body had not subsided. He gripped the sword hilt with both hands, intending to use all his vital energy to dispel the force from Li Bai. Sudannovel.com
"Screeeech!!"
A crack, along the edge of the sword blade, extended for dozens of meters. He tumbled countless times in the air before he could finally dissipate the incoming force.
"Bang!"
As the Sword Saint shed the tremendous weight, he stared directly at Li Bai in the void. Locking onto his target, his body suddenly convulsed. Like a bolt of light, he launched himself downwards, sword leading, towards Li Bai.
Li Bai, holding his azure flowing light, conjured radiant azure ripples. Looking at the Sword Saint charging up from the ground, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile. With a flick of his wrist, the azure flowing light moved rapidly. A blooming lotus instantly unfurled its beauty, and a streak of azure flowing light shot out.
The light flashed, and his white robes fluttered!
"This is the Way of the Sword!"
"This is the Way of the Sword!"
Countless sword cultivators suddenly understood. If one has a sword in their heart, then all things in the world can become a sword!
The sword breaks all things!
"Azure Lotus Sword Immortal!"
Li Shang whispered softly. Only now did he realize the immense power of the man in white in the void. His sword intent was unparalleled; a single sword aura had suppressed the god in the hearts of countless sword cultivators, leaving them no room to retaliate. If the three feet of azure sharpness at his waist were drawn, and he swung his sword, even the blood-soaked Marquis Zi Shan would have to bleed, let alone mere individuals of the martial world.
With every step Li Bai took, azure lotuses bloomed beneath his feet. He swung his sword with what seemed like a casual strike, moving swiftly.
The Sword Saint, his eyes not daring to relax, watched the trajectory of the azure flowing light, constantly parrying the peculiar azure beams.
Each time the azure flowing light flashed, the Sword Saint was on the defensive. His earlier explosive sword intent and killing aura had vanished. Li Bai's sword was too light, too swift. It seemed to drift like azure mist, but within the flowing light lay the supreme pressure of ten thousand divine mountains. Each parry made the Sword Saint's arm go numb.
The two wrestled in the void. Li Bai's killing intent was not apparent; he seemed to be playing in the air, one hand holding his azure flowing light, the other holding his wine gourd, constantly exclaiming, "Good wine, good wine!"
This stood in stark contrast to the Sword Saint on the other side, sweating profusely, his robes soaked, veins bulging, and his face pale.
To the onlookers, the victor was already decided!
"Boom!"
Li Bai pushed forward with a strike. The void boomed. A tens-of-meters-long azure flowing light, as fierce as a great saber, sent the Sword Saint flying back hundreds of feet. The Sword Saint's body trembled. His vital energy was nearly depleted, and he was extremely weak. Li Bai's strike sent him crashing through the air, retreating a thousand meters before he could finally stop.