Xuanzhou border, White Forest Mountain.
The God of Swords, Nangong Broken Sword, sits gently on a mountain rock, with the famous divine sword, Broken Sword, lying just beside him.
Here, he had been sitting in meditation for more than six days.
Six days ago, when Auspicious Heaven led the PeaC*ck Remnant to attack Heaven’s Gate Pa*s, Nangong Broken Sword came here to confront the two supreme warriors of the Great Qian across the sky.
Later, when Auspicious Heaven retreated, Qing Yu fought with Pei Dongliu again, so Nangong Broken Sword still confronted them across the sky.
Even after Yan Luo Tian Zi sensed that the extreme move he had sealed in the Ghost Emperor’s hand bone had been released, Nangong Broken Sword fought with those two for a moment.
It was only a pity that the battle soon ended with the other side retreating and failing to enjoy themselves.
Now, Da Qian and Hou Qian each retreated and began to fight again in an unspoken cold battle, but Nangong Broken Sword still sat here, not retreating.
It was because he had a premonition, the premonition of a swordsman, the premonition of a strong man, he felt that an unprecedented battle was coming, just recently, right here.
In order not to miss this great battle, even as the Great Qian retreated and the Nine Heavens dispersed separately, Nangong Broken Sword remained here.
“Blade God ——”
The dark blue cloak covered his figure, and Elder Timeless Life quietly appeared behind the Blade God, saying, “We have found out, the person who killed Sheriff God Ning Wuming of Department Six with his sword a few days ago a few miles away from the Seven Peaks of True Martial Arts was none other than Xiao Qianxiu, the Master of the Imperial Sword Villa. The indistinct and decisive sword power had appeared on a mountain peak outside the Imperial Sword Villa before.
I personally went to investigate and found out that the person who was defeated by Xiao Qianxiu there at that time was the Great Sword Master of the Sword God Lake Sword Discourse Hall back then, ‘Blue Blooded Green Sky’ Zhong Qingling.”
“Xiao Qianxiu —— the descendant of Master Xiao and Senior Brother Yun Ding?”
Nangong Broken Sword seemed to recall the past years, and his voice as strong as a blade was also a bit more nostalgic, “A hundred and fifty years have pa*sed in the blink of an eye, and finally one of Master Xiao’s descendants has come up with a promising one. Xiao Qianxiu, very good.”
“Great Sword Master Zhong Qingling, back then he was also a renowned powerhouse in the Sword Discourse Hall, it’s just a pity ——”
In that battle one hundred and fifty years ago, I don’t know how many swordsmen were destroyed by this God of Swords in their sword hearts. Zhong Qingling was one of those people who made an impression on Nangong Broken Sword.
That Great Sword Master of Sword God Lake had actually been no different from being dead long ago.
“A sword is old without a mane, and a man is old without rigidity. Great Sword Master Zhong Qingling is old and crippled after all. But to be able to defeat him, Xiao Qianxiu is something that intrigues me.”
“I hope that there will be one more sharpened person under my sword.”
Nangong Broken Sword yearned for a rival, because the Dao of the Sword was not like the two disciplines of Buddhism and Taoism, where one could grow in cultivation even if one spent one’s days in meditation. The sword, like the sword, is a kind of weapon, and weapons, since their inception, have always been inseparable from fighting.
Whether it is the way of the sword or the way of the sabre, neither can grow with empty practice, and both require a sufficiently qualified opponent.
So the more Xiao Qianxiu grew, the more excited Nangong Broken Sword became. Perhaps, he would be able to experience the great battle from one hundred and fifty years ago once again.
“Blade God, Buried Sword Peak has been making a lot of moves lately, they have found someone who is in sympathy with the sword intent on the Sacred Sword Tablet, and they are also trying to open the seal of the Sword God Lake. They want to make the Sword Dao appear once again to the strongest.” Old Man Time Fate seemed to be asking Nangong Broken Sword’s opinion, and also seemed to be stating what he knew.
“Wouldn’t that be great?” Nangong Broken Sword laughed, “Back then, if I hadn’t been forced to, I would have wanted to enter the bottom of the Sword God Lake to see what kind of powerful sword intent that Ten Thousand Tribulation Heavenly Demon had left behind! Now that Buried Sword Peak wants to open the seal, it is just what I want.
As for the Sword Dao Supreme, it is also good. It would be better to have a Sword God to compete with me, the Sword God.”
Nangong Broken Sword did not have the slightest intention of worrying, for he believed in himself and the sword in his hands.
This is a man who is not willing to be lonely, and a man who is hot-blooded and conceited. The word “Sword God” had tilted the sword path for a hundred and fifty years, and now that the sword path seemed to have finally taken off, Nangong Broken Sword’s heart was glad.
Whether it was Xiao Qianxiu, or the person who was in sympathy with the sword intent on the Sacred Sword Tablet, he was able to raise enough interest in the Sword God.
But ——
Before that, there was only one person who could make the Blade God turn his interest into motivation!
“Timeless, go and investigate how far that group of people at Buried Sword Peak have made it.” Nangong Broken Sword suddenly said.
The words were a bit abrupt, and the tone was a bit rushed, a bit at odds with Nangong Broken Sword’s usual style. However, Old Man Time-Life trusted the Sword God, so although he had doubts in his heart, he still went as he was told.
After the old man had left, Nangong Broken Sword gripped the hilt of his sword in his hand and looked to his left with intense and excited eyes.
There, a figure united with heaven and earth, seemingly eternal, stood out.
The mountain breeze blew against his sleeves, and his three thousand black hairs swayed in disarray and seemed to carry a certain rhythm. He was one with the heavens and the earth, seemingly omnipresent, indistinct and invisible, yet seemingly possessing a powerful sense of presence, and wherever he stood, he was the centre of heaven and earth.
“Tai, Shang–” Nangong Broken Sword looked at this figure and said one word at a time.
The number one powerhouse under the heavens, the Daoist Master of the Tai Shang Daoist Sect, the direct descendant of the Daoist Ancestor, Lord Tai Shang, was revealed in this not-so-famous mountain peak.
And in the same place with him was the Blade God, second on the Heavenly Ranking, the supreme power in the Central Plains second only to the Daoist Lord Tai Shang.
“God of Swords.”
The Supreme Daoist Lord turned around slowly, his face seemingly ordinary and made of heaven and earth, and his ordinary body seemed to contain a heaven and earth.
“Fight with me!”
The sharpness of the broken sword darkened the sky and the earth, and the light of the sword was so powerful that the sun in the sky lost its colour. But the only two people who could really see the true face of this blade were the Supreme Daoist Master and the Blade God. The rest of the people, even the mountains and rivers, had no chance to see this blade.
It was only because when this slash went down, all the mountains and peaks in the four directions burst, not because they were affected by the slash, but because they could not exist within the scope of the Blade God’s slash intent.
Under the overwhelming blade intent, nothing could exist, and even to get close to this place, one would need to be strong enough, or hard enough.
But the Tai Shang Daoist Master, who faced this blade head-on, was unmoving, and the rocks beneath his feet were completely unscathed. Not just the rock, but within a foot of him, up to the heavens and down to the earth, it was all intact. It was like a pillar of heaven, unchanged for ages, also unscathed.
“Tai Shang is undefeated.”
There was no ups and downs to be heard in the calm words, but the phrase “the Supreme Being is undefeated” was a reality that verified the truth.
Within a foot of the Tai Shang Daoist Master, Nangong Broken Sword’s blade mane simply broke, like a substantial blade mane cutting through a spatial gap and disappearing completely into the blackness of the gap.
