Swords emerge from Mount Hua, sweeping across the heavens from the world of Swordsman.

Yue Zhuoqun uttered four words, each syllable carrying a strange, captivating quality.

The four ghosts of Xiangxi were agitated by the sound waves, their internal energy stirred, and they felt as if a group of people were banging drums and gongs in their minds. They were in a daze, dizzy, and as if they had fallen into a hallucination.

He subconsciously activated the Phantom Divine Skill, trying to block out this strange sonic attack.

But before it could take effect, he was struck hard and fell off the city wall.

Yue Zhuoqun did not press his advantage, but instead frowned and looked into the palace, where shouts of battle were already deafening.

At this moment, he had figured out Zhu Wushi's plan.

He had the Four Ghosts of Xiangxi stop him, while Zhu Wushi entered the palace to kill Zhu Houzhao.

Zhu Houzhao had no children, so once he died, his uncle Zhu Wushi would be the best candidate to succeed him.

Even if they fail to capture the capital, the clan groups will still have no choice but to support him.

Yue Zhuoqun took a step forward, ready to rush over, but stopped after taking only two steps, squinting at the street in front of the palace.

An old man dressed as a vendor slowly pushed a fruit cart towards us.

At first glance, the old man seemed ordinary, not much different from a normal small vendor.

But with each step he took forward, his aura grew sharper.

When they reached within thirty meters of the palace gate, the terrifying aura transformed into a whirlwind, like a demonic blade piercing the sky, tearing the air above them in two.

"Zhu Wuguang really went to great lengths to stop me. He not only sent out the Four Ghosts of Xiangxi, but also invited the Ba Dao who had been retired from the martial arts world for many years."

Ba Dao parked the fruit cart, slowly picked up a cloth to wipe his hands clean, and then gently lifted the straw mat covering the cart, revealing a long knife wrapped in coarse cloth underneath.

"Since retiring from the martial arts world, I have never touched a knife again. Even peeling fruit for customers is done by the waiter."

"It's been so long that I've even forgotten what it feels like to hold a knife."

"Although you don't hold a knife in your hand, you have been cultivating the intent of a knife in your heart. It seems that you have already grasped the highest level of the Heartless Slash."

"Not bad!"

Ba Dao clumsily unwrapped the coarse cloth covering him, his hands trembling slightly.

The moment the long sword, encased in its sheath, was exposed to the air and the hand gripped the hilt, the trembling completely vanished, and the arm became as steady and powerful as a coiled dragon.

Swish!

Two sharp glints flashed in his old, cloudy pupils as he stared intently at Yue Zhuoqun:

"I heard that you once used a sword with the power to shatter mountains and rivers to break Guihai Yidao's Heartless Slash. I wonder if you can also break my Heartless Slash!"

Sonorous!

The long sword was drawn, and the world lost its color.

This was a strike that defied description; it transcended ordinary techniques and reached the level of controlling the blade with intent.

There is only one sword in the world, yet its intent is everywhere!

Chapter 84 A Blade of Sentiment, A Severe Cut of Heartlessness

Over the years, Yue Zhuoqun has seen and learned countless martial arts techniques, and his profound skills have been constantly evolving, which has broadened his horizons.

However, when faced with Ba Dao's swordsmanship, he couldn't help but reveal amazement in his eyes.

The sword techniques were not flashy, and even seemed quite ordinary. Judging purely from the variations in the sword techniques, they were at most a superior swordsmanship.

The sword intent imbued within the Overlord Blade transcends the sword technique itself, producing an effect that transforms the mundane into the miraculous.

As the blade's intent approached, his spirit was affected, and joy, anger, worry, thought, grief, fear, and shock were all stirred up.

Ning Zhongze's every smile and frown appeared in his mind, and his mind was filled with lust.

The scene of Yue Lingshan and Yue Xuan being surrounded by their parents highlights the deep bond of family affection.

In a daze, he saw himself reaching the pinnacle, invincible in the world, and then finding no rivals, living a lonely life.

Finally, even memories of the future were drawn out, as if everything he had experienced in this world was just Zhuangzi's dream of a butterfly, all shattered, with despair and fear filling his mind, and only death could bring him relief.

However, the emergence of future memories also triggered his rationality, allowing him to break free from it instantly.

Chi!

His right hand suddenly appeared above his head, his two fingers flashing with purple light, wiping out all the spirit-stirring sword intent that filled the air, and shattering the sword light hidden behind the sword intent.

"You can actually amplify my seven emotions and six desires with your sword intent. Overlord Blade, you are worthy of my sword."

With a flick of his arm, the Gentleman's Sword, which was placed not far away, was immediately lifted up by his internal force and landed in his hand.

Ever since Yue Zhuoqun killed dozens of martial arts masters with a single move on Mount Song, he has never used his sword in combat again.

Ba Dao remained silent, leaping into the air and unleashing three more slashes with his longsword.

This time, the sword intent was even more terrifying, the sword light covering the entire sky, turning it into a gloomy world.

chi chi chi...

The ground and walls were corroded by the invisible force of energy, and a thin layer of sand fell off.

Yue Zhuoqun leaped onto the wall and soared into the sky, his Gentleman's Sword unleashing a dazzling light that illuminated the darkened world once more.

The sword tip slashed through the air, and the phantom images of five great mountains suddenly enlarged, descending horizontally like flying peaks.

Boom!

The void was trembling, and the air was being compressed and deformed.

The omnipresent sword intent was directly crushed by the mountain phantom, and the three sword lights were also shattered.

Ba Dao felt his body sink, an invisible pressure acting on his shoulders. He could only frantically swing his longsword, slashing out streaks of light, attempting to shatter the mountain that was pressing down on him.

The mountains, though seemingly illusory, are as real as they are, incredibly solid and imposing.

The blade struck the surface, producing a series of clanging sounds.

"Open it for me!"

His face tightened with wrinkles, and with a roar, he pressed forward under the pressure. When he reached the mountain phantom, he gripped the hilt of his sword tightly with both hands and slashed down heavily with a powerful strike.

"Snap! Plop..."

The illusory mountain finally shattered, but what followed was a torrent of sword light, like a long river of sword energy crashing against his body.

In this emergency, he could only use his internal energy to create a barrier of light in front of him to defend himself.

Even so, he was still thrown back by the overwhelming torrent of sword energy, and his body landed several meters behind him before he regained his footing.

My whole body aches and itch, my vision is bloodshot, and blood is flowing into my eyes, soaking my clothes, and dripping onto the ground.

His body was slashed with at least a hundred wounds by the sword energy.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Ba Dao's tone was low, but his aura became increasingly solid, as if a materialized blade of light was attached to the blade.

"It seems that I have no choice but to use the blade that I have been nurturing in my heart for more than ten years."

He gripped the knife with both hands, his body slightly bent.

From a distance, it appears hunched and weak, but if you get within ten meters, you can feel its soaring sharpness emanating from its hunched body.

His hunched back was no longer a back, but had become a knife pointing skyward.

The knife in hand, the mind nurtures the knife, the body is like the knife, and the mind controls the knife; body, mind, intention, and will are united as one.

"Heartless Slash!"

A terrifying glint flashed in his eyes, and a chasm stretched across the ground beneath his feet.

With a single strike, heaven and earth fell silent!

The colors of the surrounding buildings were completely stripped away, turning the world into black and white.

Only that flash of sword light remained, a bewitching red flash of sword light.

Do not!

This can no longer be described as mere flashes of light, but rather as the aura of a blade.

A materialized blade of energy capable of shattering everything.

The control of the sword and the sword's vitality are the outward manifestations of internal energy condensed to its extreme.

And within this sword energy lies the Tyrant Blade's emotions, righteousness, compassion, love, kinship, and friendship.

These were all things that needed to be discarded when cultivating the Heartless Slash, but he picked them up again and incorporated them into his strongest strike.

The name "Heartless Slash" is no longer appropriate; it should be called "Slash of Feelings."

A seemingly compassionate strike, yet it was a merciless act of slaughter!

Yue Zhuoqun's expression turned serious. He took a deep breath, slowly raised the Gentleman's Sword, and then suddenly thrust it out.

As the sword swayed, mountains and rivers seemed to vanish in the shadows of the blade, appearing light and airy, yet with undercurrents surging beneath.

If the Tyrant Blade's Heartless Slash is the only one of its kind in the world, then this sword of his is the only one in the world.

There are fifty great ways, forty-nine of which are derived from heaven, and one is missing.