I tricked you into thinking you had the makings of an emperor, but you actually did it?

Xuantian Square.

"So, Shen Ming isn't a sword cultivator you secretly trained to compete for my position as peak master?"

Xie Tianjian frowned, looking doubtful.

“In the past, when the sect leader asked me to serve as the master of a peak, I always declined. Besides, I don’t understand swordsmanship. Even if I had supreme sword techniques, I couldn’t possibly teach a top-notch swordsman.”

The elder who was transmitting the skills had a bitter pill to swallow.

After learning about Shen Ming's actions over the past few months from Xu Lingyue, he finally understood.

His family treated Shen Ming as his illegitimate son, while the sect's higher-ups treated him as their personal disciple.

Especially Xie Tianjian, that stubborn guy, made no attempt to hide his hostility.

He quickly came up to explain, to avoid further misunderstanding.

Although Shen Ming's outstanding performance in cultivation is strange, it's not something to worry about right now.

"I believe you."

Xie Tianjian thought that the elder who imparted his skills was not a three-year-old child, and there was no need for him to deceive him anymore.

The elder who was passing on his skills breathed a sigh of relief, but the smile he had just managed to force froze on his face the next second.

"Sword Warrior has run into his first opponent!"

"He seems to be a disciple of Tongtian Peak, named Shen Ming!"

The disciples in the square were eager and looking forward to their performance.

These discussions reveal that among the inner disciples, Jian Wushuang's reputation far surpasses that of Shen Ming.

The Transmission Elder immediately felt Xie Tianjian's deep gaze.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a pre-written script.

Shen Ming must defeat Wan Jianfeng's most outstanding sword cultivator disciple!

"Coincidence, absolutely coincidence."

The elder who was passing on his skills patted his chest and assured him, "He definitely doesn't know swordsmanship."

The Jiang family does not possess any powerful sword techniques, and the "Limitless Sword Technique" that he fabricated does not exist.

Xie Tianjian snorted coldly. Whether it was true or false, the truth would soon be revealed. There was no need to waste words.

With mixed feelings, the Elder Transmission of Skills raised his head.

Battlefield of the Heavenly Demons, Low Mountain.

After provoking the butterfly, it scurried down the hillside and hid far away.

Jian Wushuang's icy gaze followed him relentlessly until Shen Ming's figure blocked his view.

Understood!

Jian Wushuang knew who his opponent was.

He raised his spirit sword, and a biting wind swept up from all directions.

Jian Wushuang's black robes fluttered in the wind, his eyes cold.

"Look at the sword!"

He was more than ten meters away from Shen Ming, yet he unleashed his power from the spot, his sword aura overwhelming everything.

The wind howled, and Shen Ming could barely open his eyes.

A wisp of wind, like a glint of sword light.

The sword's edge is everywhere, sealing off all escape routes.

"This is sword intent?!"

Shen Ming felt a chill run down his spine; most martial arts techniques at the first level of the Innate Realm could not achieve this level.

The opponent has mastered the will of swordsmanship and integrated it into their being.

Gale Sword - Sweeping Away Clouds!

Jian Wushuang went all out without the slightest slackening, his movements as swift as thunder.

As the man and sword advanced, sword marks covered the bluestone, and fragments of stone flew everywhere.

"Sword IV: Annihilation!"

Shen Ming reached the mid-stage of the Profound Realm and mastered Sword Three and Sword Four.

Jian Wushuang is a formidable opponent, and he directly unleashed Sword Four.

The unknown spirit sword in his hand roared incessantly, its light like thunder and lightning.

The moment the sword was drawn, the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting a sharp screech.

The sword strikes carried immense power, yet were also light and agile.

Jian Wushuang raised an eyebrow. As a sword cultivator, he could tell at a glance that this was a top-tier sword technique.

His fighting spirit was high, and his eyes were filled with fervor.

Sword cultivators are unyielding and indomitable!

The two swords clashed, the surrounding air was compressed rapidly, and then a powerful sword wind burst forth.

The mud butterfly, which had been hiding behind the rocks and was peeking out little by little, was the first to be hit and fell straight to the ground.

"So strong?!"

She knew Jian Wushuang was powerful, but she never expected Shen Ming to have such strength.

Especially when using a sword to fight, he was never at a disadvantage.

The two sword cultivators instantly reached a fever pitch, exchanging dozens of blows in just a few seconds.

As Shen Ming played, he found himself entering a state of indescribable tranquility.

"Without mind or self, without thought, without discrimination, without attachment, without self in others, without self in dharma, without self in oneself, without self in others, everything becomes empty."

Limitless, selfless.

Shen Mingming grasped the realm described in the sword technique, and his sword skills continued to improve.

Jian Wushuang realized that he had met a perfect opponent, and no matter how he used his sword, he could not break through.

He paid particular attention to the changes in Shen Ming's expression and felt a chill run down his spine.

"The sword heart is clear?!"

A clear and bright mind is the first step in understanding the essence of swordsmanship.

This disciple is only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he's already achieved this level. Does that mean he's practicing swordsmanship with others every day?!

Jian Wushuang stopped relentlessly attacking and instead created distance.

Since the enemy is in this state, we need to use a different approach!

"The wind howls fiercely!"

Jian Wushuang's original true energy was enhanced by the eight mysterious gates, and his sword wind was like a raging flood.

"No inner disciple can withstand this sword strike," Jian Wushuang said.

He intended to use this sword strike to break Shen Ming's composure and achieve a crushing victory.

Jian Wushuang was full of confidence. After their exchange, he was certain that Shen Ming had only broken through the sixth level of the Xuan Gate.

Before the sword was even drawn, large chunks of rock were already sliced ​​away.

With a single sword strike, like a violent storm, Shen Ming was enveloped.

Shen Ming remained in a state of nonconformity, acting solely according to his own instincts.

Jian Wushuang was furious. How dare he not wake up after such an attack?

In his expectation, Shen Ming should have stopped abruptly and then confronted him head-on, or simply dodged.

As a result, he thought that he could completely neutralize his sword strikes in a state of clear sword mind!

What gives you the right?!

In his fury, the sword's momentum transformed into a net across the sky.

It was as if countless swordsmen were attacking Shen Ming from all directions, each sword strike being the strongest offensive.

Shen Ming moved with the grace of a startled swan, combining the "Wandering Sky Steps" with swordsmanship to respond with composure.

It was like dancing on the edge of a knife; if he made even the slightest mistake, Jian Wushuang would take him down.

He was calm and composed, with a detached and unhurried demeanor.

Not to mention Ni Die, all the disciples in Xuan Tian Square were dumbfounded.

"This Shen Ming is quite capable; he can withstand Jian Wushuang's attacks."

That was their initial thought.

"To actually force Senior Brother Jian Wushuang to use his ultimate move, that's impressive."

Gradually, the disciples' opinions began to change.

"Is Senior Brother Jian Wushuang unable to win?"

Even now, the disciples of Wanjian Peak are still clutching their hair in disbelief.

The Transmission Elder noticed that Xie Tianjian's expression was extremely unpleasant.

He remained calm and subtly increased the distance between them.

Now it's like having mud stuck in your pants; even ten mouths couldn't explain it.

"You old fool! This is your claim of not understanding swordsmanship!" Xie Tianjian roared.

He didn't want to watch any longer, because he could already see that Jian Wushuang was doomed to lose.

Many people have noticed this.

Including Jian Wushuang himself.

After he exhausted his sword technique, Shen Ming was unharmed and even arrived in front of him.

The spirit sword was pointed at his throat, less than half a foot away.

"you lose."

Shen Ming's eyes were sharp, like a divine sword drawn from its sheath.

Jian Wushuang pursed his lips, and the intense resentment in his eyes gradually dissipated.

"you win."

Jian Wushuang threw his sword to the ground.