In the Great Qin Dynasty, I, the Unruly Commander, begin by dual-cultivating with Yan Ling Ji.

The backyard of Zilan Pavilion

Ying Ziqing sat on a stone bench, holding a cup of freshly brewed tea in her hand, with the Longquan sword leaning against a stone table beside her.

At this moment, Zi Nu walked gracefully towards Ying Zi Qing, crossed her arms over her chest, and said softly:

"Young master, he has arrived."

Ying Ziqing smiled and nodded, then looked up at Wei Zhuang, who was walking towards her carrying the Shark Tooth Sword.

Wei Zhuang's face remained as unyielding as ice, his indifferent gaze fixed on Ying Ziqing.

He said in a cold and stiff tone:

"Why did you have Zi Nu summon me here?"

Ying Ziqing ignored Wei Zhuang's cold expression, downed her tea in one gulp, and casually tossed the expensive teacup aside.

With a clatter, shards of the teacup scattered all over the floor.

His dark eyes, filled with a smile, stared at Wei Zhuang, and he chuckled:

"I have heard that the disciples of Guiguzi are masters of diplomacy, capable of instilling fear in the feudal lords with their anger and bringing peace to the world when they live in tranquility."

He relied not only on his mastery of strategic planning, but also on his extraordinary swordsmanship.

This masterful swordsmanship has always captivated me, and now I've encountered the invincible Wei Zhuang with his sword.

"I'm really itching to test my skills. How about we have a friendly spar and discuss the art of swordsmanship?"

Wei Zhuang's cold face revealed no emotion, only his white eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

"A wise man does not stand under a crumbling wall. Swords have no eyes, and besides, seeing my sword can be fatal."

Wei Zhuang did not believe that Ying Ziqing could surpass him in swordsmanship. Rather than engaging in a pointless contest, it would be better to let him back down.

Hearing Wei Zhuang's words, Ying Ziqing's smile widened even more. Without speaking, she gripped the hilt of the Longquan sword with her right hand and slowly drew it from its sheath.

The silver blade gleamed with a cold light in the sunlight.

Ying Ziqing gestured for him to proceed.

Seeing this, Wei Zhuang shook his head, and lightly traced the Shark Tooth Sword with the tip of his left finger, making a sword flourish.

Seeing this, Zi Nu silently stepped back, feeling sorrow in her heart:

I wonder how much money it will cost to repair the yard in a little while...

The two men stared at each other, swords drawn. A gentle breeze swept by, and they attacked simultaneously.

Wei Zhuang's Shark Tooth Sword pierced towards Ying Ziqing like a ghostly phantom. At its extremely fast speed, the Shark Tooth Sword created several afterimages, making it difficult to distinguish them.

Ying Ziqing remained calm as she watched the fierce sword move, and suddenly slashed down with the Longquan sword in her hand.

The fierce and domineering sword blade, accompanied by a strong wind, whistled down.

With a clang,

The afterimage vanished, and the heavy blade of the Longquan Sword pressed the Shark Tooth Sword to the ground. A hint of astonishment flashed in Wei Zhuang's eyes.

He channeled his inner force into the Shark Tooth Sword, deflecting the Dragon Spring Sword, and simultaneously retreated to the right.

Ying Ziqing did not choose to use her internal energy, which was far superior to Wei Zhuang's, in the battle.

He had only relied on his strong physique and skill to swing the sword; otherwise, the Longquan sword wouldn't have been shaken away by Wei Zhuang's internal force.

When Wei Zhuang's attack failed, Ying Ziqing lightly touched the ground with her toes, her body carrying the Longquan sword as she flew forward, turned around and slashed at Wei Zhuang with her sword.

With a thunderous roar, the sharp sword energy left a deep sword mark on the thick wall in the distance.

Wei Zhuang barely dodged the domineering sword strike, only to be met by another imposing sword strike from Ying Ziqing.

At this moment, Wei Zhuang felt as if he were facing not just a person and a sword, but an abyss that devoured him with unparalleled power.

Wei Zhuang frowned, gripping the Shark Tooth Sword tightly with both hands as he clashed it against the edge of the Dragon Spring Sword.

Sonorous——

At the moment the two famous swords clashed, the bursts of sword energy stirred up clouds of dust.

Wei Zhuang staggered back more than ten steps before he could neutralize the domineering and fierce force.

His arm, gripping the Shark Tooth Sword, trembled slightly, his eyes fixed on Ying Ziqing, who stood rooted to the spot.

Zi Nu's cherry-like mouth gaped open in surprise. She never expected that Wei Zhuang, whose swordsmanship was comparable to that of a grandmaster, would not be able to surpass Ying Ziqing, who was used to a life of luxury, in swordsmanship.

Ying Ziqing closed his eyes. Through those few sword strikes, he gained a new understanding of the sword. At the same time, he felt that something of his own had been applied to the Longquan sword. He felt that he was only one step away from breaking through that final shackle.

He opened his eyes, and his pupils were now glowing with a pale golden light.

The faint roars of lions and tigers could be heard from behind.

"Wei Zhuang, let's settle this with this move."

Ying Ziqing changed to gripping the sword with both hands, raising her elbows to rest on her shoulders, and pointing the Longquan sword at Wei Zhuang.

"Seven Star Technique!"

The seven gems inlaid on the Longquan sword suddenly lit up, and Ying Ziqing's figure became illusory. The Longquan sword in her hand gleamed with golden light as she slashed forward, and a deafening dragon's roar could be faintly heard coming from the Longquan sword.

Wei Zhuang looked as if facing a formidable enemy, yet his eyes held a hint of excitement as he unleashed his strongest sword strike.

"Across all directions!"

The Shark Tooth Sword seemed to transform into a black dragon, charging towards Ying Ziqing. This sword strike gathered all of Wei Zhuang's inner strength, and all the essence and techniques of the Horizontal Sword Technique were transformed into this one sword.

There was a loud bang,

The black dragon was severed in two by the golden blade, and the Shark Tooth Sword fell to the ground not far away, its blade bearing the mottled marks left by the Dragon Spring Sword.

Wei Zhuang supported himself on one hand and knelt on one knee, his black robe torn to shreds by the sword energy.

Holding the Longquan Sword, Ying Ziqing's eyes shone with an even stronger golden light. Suddenly, a clear dragon's roar rang out from the Longquan Sword, and a sharp, domineering, and fierce sword intent burst forth from Ying Ziqing's body. This sword intent soared into the sky, as if it were about to pierce the heavens.

For a moment, all the swords in Xinzheng City trembled slightly, as if welcoming the arrival of the Overlord.

Gai Nie, seemingly sensing something, looked up in the direction of Xinzheng from Xianyang and couldn't help but let out a self-deprecating laugh.

"My title of Sword Saint is truly laughable."

Deep within the Ten Thousand Mountains, Guiguzi watched as he leisurely placed a piece on the chessboard before him. A gentle breeze swept by, and a faint smile appeared on Guiguzi's wrinkled face: "The Mandate of Heaven has been restored..."

In the backyard of Zilan Pavilion, Zi Nu's pretty face revealed a deep look of surprise, "This sword intent is so domineering that it makes people want to submit..."

Looking at the soaring sword intent, Wei Zhuang wore a helpless, bitter smile on his cold face.

"Heh, I never thought I'd become a whetstone..."

Wei Zhuang, who also followed the path of domineering sword intent, knew that at the moment Ying Ziqing's Overlord Sword Intent was formed, all he could see on his sword path was Ying Ziqing's back.

The moment the domineering sword intent was formed, Ying Ziqing seemed to hear a long, ancient whisper:

"The king is a tyrant... the state is secure... the mandate of heaven has been returned..."

Ying Ziqing established not only the Overlord Sword Intent, but also the aspiration in his heart.

By employing the ways of a hegemon, I will bring harmony to the world; Heaven's mandate is mine, and I am Heaven's mandate...