Once I enter the pass, great Confucian scholars will surely debate the classics for me.

Yan Bipo gave Zhao Ying a look, and without needing to say anything, Zhao Ying nodded in understanding.

Zhao Ying slowly stepped forward and drew two daggers from his waist: "Old man, you're half-dead, so get out of the way before I accidentally kill you."

The blind swordsman slowly rose, leaped, and landed on the edge of the lava pool. He placed his hand on the hilt of his sword and slowly drew it: "I have three swords. One sword cuts people, one sword cuts souls, and one sword cuts gods. To deal with you, I only need the sword that cuts people. Come at me, both of you. Let me see what kind of skills the young generation of this new era has."

Zhao Ying snorted coldly: "Relying on your age and acting like an old man, don't you know that the student surpasses the teacher? You old thing from the old era should have been in your grave long ago."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Ying retreated instead of advancing, silently disappearing into the shadows. The next second, he emerged eerily from the shadows behind the blind swordsman, silently wielding two daggers, and launched a surprise attack on the blind swordsman. The blind swordsman calmly held his daggers, seemingly unaware of what was happening.

Zhao Ying successfully pierced the blind swordsman's back with the two daggers in her hand, but Zhao Ying felt that she had missed.

Indeed, Zhao Ying's backstab was the blind swordsman's afterimage. However, because the speed was too fast, the person had already moved onto her back before she could react. The blind swordsman arrived first, his thin figure stepping on Zhao Ying's back. His empty eyes looked indifferently at all living beings. He held the man-slaying knife and simply stabbed down. The blade pierced through her chest, directly pinning Zhao Ying to the rocky ground. All of this happened almost in an instant.

Zhao Ying lay on the ground groaning in pain. She wasn't dead yet, but she was pinned to the ground by the blade and couldn't escape at all. Was she weak? Not at all. The Shadow Follower Technique she had just used was enough to make her shine among her peers. She could instantly emerge from the shadows and launch a surprise attack, and few could react in time.

However, she encountered a blind swordsman and was subdued with a single strike, making her seem somewhat incompetent.

The blind swordsman slowly spoke: "Little girl, is it strange? Why did I manage to wound you first, even though I had already been hit?"

Zhao Ying coughed up blood: "Cough cough... What kind of sword do you practice?"

The blind swordsman said calmly, "This is a sword technique I created myself, called Counterattack. When someone attacks me, time in my eyes slows down by three times so that I can counterattack. Attacks from cultivators of the same level cannot hurt me, which means that I can absolutely block, absolutely counterattack, and absolutely be invincible."

"Hiss~~~" Everyone present gasped in unison, feeling a sense of powerlessness. No wonder this blind swordsman dared to say that everyone should come at him together. He really had the strength. He was too damn terrifying. Who could kill him? Let alone kill him, even injuring him would be as difficult as climbing to heaven.

Jin Wei snorted coldly: "Senior, anyone can brag. Whether you're really that good or not, we'll find out by trying."

After saying that, Jin Wei pressed down on the sword with one hand, flicked the hilt, and the Sword of Truth was instantly unsheathed. It spun half a circle and flew out, traversing space and directly stabbing towards the blind swordsman's chest. However, the Sword of Truth strangely missed again, and the blind swordsman swung his sword even faster, slashing at Jin Wei's shoulder: "Slow, too slow."

"Hmph, senior, today I'll show you why sword cultivators are called the strongest! Sword, come!" Jin Wei grunted, summoning back the Sword of Truth in his palm. He swung the sword, forcing back the blind swordsman. The blade spontaneously combusted in the wind, spewing out a large amount of Vermilion Bird Fire. Then, he quickly formed hand seals and unleashed the Flying Sword Technique: "On the edge of the sword, I am the truth!"

This sword technique is also known for its fast swordplay. Once unleashed, it can instantly transform into endless sword light that envelops the surrounding area and attacks back and forth with unstoppable force.

The smaller the coverage area, the faster the speed. The maximum speed can reach eight hundred times the speed of sound, and it can deal explosive damage in just one breath.

Even if wearing heavy armor, he would be killed by the endless sword beams and have no chance to fight back, unless Jin Wei ran out of magic power.

Moreover, when paired with the Truth Sword, ranked number one in the Fiend category, the sword's speed becomes even more terrifying, and its damage increases exponentially, thanks to its ability to traverse space and combine with the Vermilion Bird Fire.

"Clang clang clang clang~~~" The sounds of blacksmithing rang out continuously, and countless sword beams surrounded the blind swordsman from all directions, forming an impenetrable barrier. The blind swordsman quickly parried with one hand, but he was caught in an endless cycle of blocking. If he stopped parrying, he would be instantly killed by the countless sword beams.

Despite being in dire straits, the blind swordsman smiled slightly: "Flying Sword Technique, is it? Such a high-explosive sword technique, how long can your magic power sustain it?"

Jin Wei said coldly, "I can fight you for a whole day, but how many more breaths can you last in your current state of qi and blood deficiency?"

The blind swordsman fell silent, continuing to parry with his sword, but ultimately, due to his poor condition, his mana and blood were exhausted, and his head was instantly severed by the Sword of Truth.

Seeing this, Jin Wei wearily deactivated the Flying Sword Technique and summoned back the Sword of Truth. The sword of truth had already lost some of its sharpness and needed to be maintained with expensive sword oil. There was no other way; sword cultivators were strong, but they were very expensive. After a battle, a sword cultivator's sword basically needed maintenance. Without maintenance, its condition would deteriorate until it was completely unusable.

To put it bluntly, sword cultivation is not something ordinary cultivators can do. It features high burst damage, high speed, and high armor penetration. It can deal explosive damage in one second, equivalent to the combined damage of five or even ten cultivators of the same level. This comes at a price; the daily maintenance costs alone are a huge expense.

When everyone thought the blind swordsman was dead.

The blind swordsman's decapitated body clapped: "Clap clap clap..."

Jin Wei clutched his bleeding shoulder, looked up and frowned at the blind swordsman who was still alive.

The blind swordsman slowly picked up the severed head that had fallen to the side, pressed it back onto the broken neck, and twisted his neck, saying, "Young man, don't be nervous. You can't kill me, and you can't kill me even if you join forces. No matter how I die, if the timeline here restarts and returns to a hundred years ago, I will be resurrected again."

"You won this battle. I am now completely exhausted of my magic power and health, and I have no strength left to fight."

"I keep my word, you can go now."

Upon hearing this, Jin Wei, filled with awe, clasped his hands in a salute and said, "Thank you for showing mercy, senior."

The blind swordsman turned around, picked up his sword, and leaped onto the protruding rock of the lava pool. With a casual swing of his sword, he cleaved the lava waterfall in two, revealing a passage to the group. The blind swordsman calmly said, "Let's go. The final challenge is ahead. The Sky-Piercing Ruler is inside. Whether you can get it depends on your fate."

Jin Wei, clutching his shoulder, walked towards Zhou Qingfeng and chuckled, "Fellow Daoist, I have fulfilled my mission."

"Well done, thank you for your hard work. Let's bandage your wound." Zhou Qingfeng nodded approvingly, patted Jin Wei's arm, and immediately felt that he hadn't misjudged Jin Wei. Giving the Sword of Truth to Jin Wei was the right thing to do. With the terrifying combat power that Jin Wei had shown, he was already among the top in his class.