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Yao Ming's sword was fast and sharp, especially after merging with the Infant Sword. Not only was it quick and keen, but its power was also immense. A visible ripple spread across the sky above the Immortal Sect's base.
Yet, it was merely a ripple. Such a powerful strike, capable of annihilating opponents at the peak of their level, felt like a stone thrown into the ocean.
Yao Ming couldn't believe it.
The Bone Daoist couldn't believe it.
The Corpse Daoist couldn't believe it.
Fire Rush, Gemeng, Meng Fei, and Meng Bai all found it hard to accept.
The Brilliant Gold Sword wailed in Yao Ming's hand, not out of failure, but because it sensed a presence far beyond itself. It was afraid; it was terrified. These emotions inevitably affected Yao Ming as well.
A failed strike caused a shift in Yao Ming's mood. He could already foresee that even if he managed to break through the Great Formation before him, he would simultaneously lose his chance to seize the immortal sword.
The dilemma of whether to continue or withdraw became the central theme in Yao Ming's mind. For the first time, he felt signs of collapse in his swordsmanship. Wasn't that why the cultivation world had sayings like: "The sword must advance unceasingly; the knife must fear nothing"?
A single Mountain Guard Formation was about to shatter Yao Ming's sword heart, and he could only blame himself for being inadequate.
Yao Ming hesitated, and the Bone Daoist also refrained from taking risks. The arena fell into silence.
Jiang Chuan reveled in this moment; that last strike had exceeded his expectations. He hadn't anticipated such power capable of shaking the Great Formation, but ultimately, if it couldn't break through, it would all be in vain.
At that moment, Zuo Dao grew anxious. When Yao Ming summoned the Infant Sword, he felt an overwhelming excitement coursing through him, as if a powerful intent within him was calling out.
"Devour it, devour it."
He had never understood what was happening until Yao Ming unleashed that strike. It turned out that Yao Ming's sword had awakened the blade intent within him. If he could consume the Infant Sword, his Sword Dance would undoubtedly undergo a transformative change; it was a subconscious need for evolution.
Yao Ming and the Bone Daoist's group did not take action, but that didn't mean others wouldn't.
Zuo Dao stood on a flying sword, swaying as he soared out of the Great Formation, coming to a halt right in front of Yao Ming.
"Hey there, old man, how about trying a couple more sword strikes? Who knows, the next one might just break this ghostly formation."
"Old man?"
"Ghostly formation?"
Yao Ming suddenly became alert, a wave of fear and gratitude washing over him.
"Who is this kid? He arrived just in time. I was almost about to go mad and ruin my sword path when this child woke me up."
Just as he was about to say something, a roar echoed from the Immortal Sect.
"You dare call what our ancestor passed down a ghostly formation? Are you looking to enter Reflection Cliff again?"
At that moment, Jiang Chuan was also feeling frustrated. Just when he was ready to watch the show, Zuo Dao had dashed out and called the Immortal Sect's Mountain Guard Formation a ghostly formation. Not only that, but he had also helped the enemy avoid going mad. This infuriated Jiang Chuan.
However, Zuo Dao paid him no mind; he was focused on convincing Yao Ming.
"Old man, no, senior, you're a sword practitioner. You should know the Dao Sword well, right? Acting like this isn't very sword cultivator-like! You've already struck; why stop halfway?"
"Why are you worrying so much? A sword wielder should charge forward without hesitation; you're a Sword Cultivator!"
"How about this: you strike twice more—just two strikes. After that, I'll lead you into the formation."
Yao Ming felt like he was on the verge of breaking down. Who was he? A Nascent Soul Ancestor who had cultivated for thousands of years. And who was this kid? No matter how he looked at it, he seemed like nothing more than a brat. Yet here was this child daring to come right up to him and talk back. It was utterly humiliating. But this very brat had just saved him moments ago.
Yao Ming may not be considered a good person, but he cannot be labeled as a bad one either. A practitioner of the way often has a few lives on their hands and several dark matters to deal with. With clear grievances and grudges, he found himself in a dilemma—whether to act or not. All he could do was stand there and listen to Zuo Dao's incessant chatter, filled with grandiose claims.
"How about this? Just lend me your sword, and I'll break the formation. Regardless of whether I succeed or fail, I'll lead you into the fray," Zuo Dao continued his relentless talk.
Bone Daoist could no longer tolerate it. How could such a great opportunity be wasted? If they could capture this person, there would be no need to force their way through the formation.
Six enormous Spirit Energy hands reached out toward Zuo Dao from thin air, launched by Bone Daoist and his companions. In their eyes, Yao Ming had lost his edge, and there was no point in him taking action anymore. The only way to obtain the Celestial Artifact was to subdue Zuo Dao, for the owner of that artifact was Zuo Dao's master.
Zuo Dao seemed oblivious to the giant hands reaching for him as he continued addressing Yao Ming.
A flicker of hesitation flashed in Yao Ming's eyes, but in an instant, he made his choice. The second sword he had been gathering energy for surged toward the six Spirit Energy hands that were lunging at Zuo Dao. His movement was so swift that even Bone Daoist and the others failed to notice any signs of his action, leaving them caught off guard.
A thunderous sound erupted in the air as the aura of the Infant Sword sliced through the six giant hands like bamboo. The sword energy exploded into six dazzling fireworks, completely shattering the hands and dispersing them into thin air.
"Yao Ming, what do you mean by this?" Fire Rush shouted angrily. His entire body was ablaze with Fire Element Spirit Energy, clearly indicating that he would take action if he didn't receive a satisfactory answer.
However, Yao Ming paid him no mind; instead, he appeared to be listening intently to something as he gazed at Zuo Dao.
"The sword is one without end; it begins as one. To regulate the sword is to understand that one remains constant from beginning to end. You know of the sword as one; you must also know that once drawn, it cannot return. Yet what you are fixated on is merely the sword itself, not the essence of oneness—it is impossible for you to grasp the true nature of the sword as one," Zuo Dao spoke calmly.
"Although you hold the esteemed title of Nascent Soul Ancestor and possess unparalleled combat strength with your Infant Sword, I can break you with just one strike," he added.
Those who can cultivate an Infant Sword are extraordinary individuals. Yao Ming's ability to achieve this as a Loose Cultivator speaks volumes about his talent. However, he was constrained by the regulations of Moling Star and had yet to make a breakthrough.
Initially, Zuo Dao only aimed to target Yao Ming's Infant Sword. But when Yao Ming intervened to block Bone Daoist's attack for him, his perspective shifted. At least Yao Ming still retained his commitment as a Sword Cultivator. Compared to Bone Daoist's group, Zuo Dao felt that Yao Ming was fundamentally a good person.
He decided to win Yao Ming over entirely—oh no, rather than deceive him, he aimed to recruit him. After all, reaching the Higher Realm could not rely solely on a few individuals' strength. Although there were only six spots available, he had ways to bring Yao Ming along; he would make an excellent ally. Once they reached the Higher Realm and broke free from their constraints, Yao Ming's growth would undoubtedly astonish everyone.
"Follow me, and I can help you break through. I can give you something better, something that every swordsman dreams of." Zuo Dao didn't specify what it was, but internally he added a thought.
"Fighting is the best thing in a swordsman's eyes. Stick with me, and I guarantee you'll never run out of battles."
This completely frustrated Yao Ming.
"I'm here to take something, okay? Do you even understand the situation? You're just a Qi Practitioner!" Of course, this was only what he thought in his heart.
"How could I possibly trust you!?"
His disdain, doubt, and anger were evident on his face.
"One sword."
With that, Zuo Dao casually took the sword from Yao Ming's hand.
"Just one sword."
He moved his shoulder, flicked his sleeve, and twisted his wrist, executing the most basic sword technique—a thrust.
It aimed straight at Fire Rush.
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