The Wolf Ancestor let out a sinister laugh, a tangible light shining on his fangs as he lifted his giant sword. “I’m old?”

Before Qianye could reply, the giant blade had already appeared above his head, swinging down with the force of a falling mountain. The slash was followed by thunderous laughter, “I’m old, huh?!”

“I’m old, huh?!”

“I’m old, huh?!”

…

Nine consecutive roars and nine consecutive slashes, each strike landing indefensibly. It was as though the blades had swung down from beyond this world—heavy, lightning-fast, and without any fancy moves.

At this level of swordplay, there was no need to resort to tricks. The only thing he needed was sufficient speed and strength.

The sky changed color when the nine slashes appeared. Apart from the Eternal...