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

Shen Ming was completely absorbed in front of the stone tablet.

At first, he remembered what Jian Wushuang had said: "Your sword heart is clear, and you can easily comprehend the sword intent."

With his innate sacred body and supreme Dao embryo superimposed upon him, he sensed the sword intent almost immediately.

The nine sword marks on the stone tablet are not clear and unmistakable; some are covered by other marks.

If you don't have the talent, you can't find it even if you look for it.

Shen Ming immediately saw the nine sword marks shining brightly, and even the nine extraordinary figures who left the sword marks appeared before his eyes.

Nine sword marks, nine kinds of sword intent.

Bloodshed, Soaring Clouds, Blade Heart, Soul Slash, Wrathful Journey, Shattered Heart, Thousand Eyes, Prosperity, and Unbounded.

It is worth mentioning that sword intent is not the complete Great Dao.

In the Xuantian Sect, there is a saying about the stone tablet: "Those who resemble me will live, those who learn from me will die."

Sword practitioners learn by drawing upon and imitating, thereby gaining insight into their own sword path.

Master one of the sword intents according to your own preferences.

Sword cultivators generally don't need to face choices because their comprehension is limited, making it difficult for them to master everything.

Shen Ming was different; all nine sword intents appeared one by one, vying for his mastery.

"I want it all!"

Only children make choices; Shen Ming intends to master all of the sword intent.

With each additional sword intent comes a deeper understanding.

Fortunately, Zhang Haoran did not leave and engaged Lei Ze, which bought him some time.

Zhang Haoran pushed himself to his limit, barely managing to dodge the heavy hammer attacks.

"Do you regret it? You could have left directly, but you chose to buy time for others," Razer said.

"I told you, I'm doing this for myself!"

Zhang Haoran was furious. He could accept that Zhang Haoran was not strong enough, but to say that Zhang Haoran was a good person was an insult.

"Really? Then don't move."

As he spoke, Lei Ze walked step by step toward Shen Ming, his heavy hammer poised to strike.

Zhang Haoran frowned. Lei Ze was watching him closely out of the corner of his eye. If he stepped forward rashly, he would be walking right into a trap.

"Senior Brother Lei! The elders and the sect leader are all watching. It's not right for you to take advantage of someone in distress like this!"

Ni Die said anxiously, "If you're so capable, wait until Senior Brother Shen comprehends the essence before you speak."

The provocation failed, and Lei Ze burst into laughter.

“First, he’s not qualified. Second, if he doesn’t seize this excellent opportunity and waits for the enemy to break through, our peak master will definitely beat me up,” Lei Ze said.

Just as he said, the Master of Zhushen Peak remained calm and composed in Xuantian Square.

Others were also used to the style of the disciples of Zhushen Peak.

On the contrary, Jian Wushuang was very excited; he was waiting to see a good show.

"Why is it taking this guy so long to comprehend sword intent!" Jian Wushuang thought anxiously.

Under the watchful eyes of countless people, Lei Ze's heavy hammer struck Shen Ming's back.

This blow was enough to shatter Shen Ming's wooden plaque.

Bang!

Unexpectedly, Shen Ming's body erupted with light, blocking the hammer blow.

Lei Ze was taken aback and retreated repeatedly.

Then, various rays of light appeared on Shen Ming's body, one after another.

Nine dazzling rays of light, like lotus flowers, intertwined and surrounded Shen Ming.

"Sword Lotus! He directly comprehended the Dao of the Sword?!"

At Xuantian Square, Xie Tianjian completely lost his composure.

The stone tablet is for comprehending sword intent. Sword cultivators, through the power of intent, gradually come to touch the way of the sword.

As a result, Shen Ming grasped the essence of swordsmanship in one go.

Such swordsmanship talent is terrifying!

"Luo Tiandu, I want to take him as my disciple!" Xie Tianjian began to plead again.

"Get out of the way." Luo Tiandu was not about to let him go so easily.

"What's the matter with this young master of the Jiang family?"

The elder who was transmitting the skills was completely baffled.

It's funny, everyone thought that the Transmission Elder knew Shen Ming inside and out.

Unfortunately, this was the first time he had seen Shen Ming display his talent.

The Transmission Elder was puzzled because he had previously performed bone palpation, blood tests, and soul examinations at the Jiang family's residence.

In terms of talent in every aspect, even the heir of the Jiang family is inferior!

While Elder Chuan Gong was still wondering, he heard a chorus of exclamations from the square.

It turned out that Lei Ze saw the strange phenomena surrounding Shen Ming and knew that he might not be a match for him once Shen Ming finished his comprehension.

"Heavenly Hammer Strike!"

Lei Ze delivered a heavy blow to Shen Tianming's skull!

The wooden plaques on the disciples' bodies can withstand damage, and the damage varies depending on the part of the body attacked.

If the wooden plaque exceeds its capacity, the disciple will be teleported out of the battlefield.

Therefore, Lei Ze's attack was not aimed at killing, but at interrupting Shen Mingming's comprehension of the sword path.

"You old scoundrel! How did you teach your disciple?!"

Xie Tianjian was more concerned about Shen Ming than anyone else, and glared angrily at the Master of the Forging God Peak.

This is a selection of true disciples, not a battle for supremacy.

Even if Shen Ming doesn't become a true disciple this year, his mastery of swordsmanship at this age means his future is limitless.

This hammer blow could potentially destroy a genius.

As for that? !

This is what Xie Tianjian wanted to ask.

The master of the Divine Forging Peak was tall and rugged in appearance, with a thick, curly beard on his cheeks.

"Sect Leader, in the struggle for the Great Dao, it all depends on one's own destiny. One should go all out and forge ahead against the current. If one yields a little here and a little there, one will sooner or later become just another ordinary person."

The peak master of Zhushen Peak spoke directly to the sect leader.

"That makes sense." The Xuan Tian Sect Leader's expression was unreadable.

A sudden change occurred on the Xuan Tian battlefield.

The instant Lei Ze's heavy hammer fell, the spirit sword at Shen Ming's feet flew out on its own, transforming into a chilling gleam.

With a whoosh, Razer's right arm, which was holding the heavy hammer, fell to the ground, splattering blood everywhere.

The wooden plaque on his body broke a step too late.

Ahhhhh!

Lei Ze screamed, blood gushing from the broken wound, and his body began to fly up, teleporting to Xuan Tian Square.

The square was silent; no one had expected this turn of events.

It's understandable that Shen Ming would use his sword to protect his master.

But why was Razer's wooden sign a step too slow, causing Razer to lose an arm?

Everyone looked at a senior elder, who was in charge of crafting the wooden tablets.

"That sword strike was too fast," the elder explained.

At this moment, the Peak Master of the Divine Forging Peak, abandoning his previous composure, roared, "Damn it! It's just a selection process, is it really necessary to go to this extent?!"

Lei Ze was pale, missing an arm, and looked much smaller than before.

"The struggle for supremacy depends on one's own destiny," Xie Tianjian said.

"Just go all out and forge ahead against the current," Luo Tiandu said.

These are all things that the Master of the Divine Forging Peak just said.

The peak master of Zhushen Peak's face flushed red and then turned pale.

"Shen Ming didn't do it on purpose. If Lei Ze hadn't launched a powerful attack, he wouldn't have activated the spirit sword to protect its master," the Transmission Elder tried to smooth things over.

"The sword protecting its master indicates that the sword path has been perfected." Sect Leader Liang Mingxi nodded slightly, showing his approval.

The master of the Forging God Peak knew that he could only accept his bad luck.

In fact, almost everyone agrees that Shen Ming is right.

The disciples who had just been eliminated by Lei Ze in front of the stone tablet were cursing him in their hearts, saying they deserved it.

At this moment, Shen Ming, the person involved, slowly opened his eyes, his face full of satisfaction.

Upon seeing the severed arm on the ground, he exclaimed in surprise, "What happened? Who could be so ruthless!"

"..."

"..."

Zhang Haoran and Ni Die exchanged inexplicable glances and had strange expressions.

"Could it be me? Then it's alright."