One instance of Dragonrise blocked the king soldier’s stroke and Lu Yun swiftly followed up with a second blow. It was a very ordinary gesture, one that lacked any hint of sword dao or combat art.

Just the regular swing of a sword.

In this crucial moment, it was also a fatal stroke. Cerulean blue sword light pierced through the king soldier’s throat.

Clang!

The soldier’s Purple Sunrise sword clattered to the ground and he nodded at his opponent before slowly fading away.

A profound power tried to enter Lu Yun’s body, but he declined it as before. When experts crossed paths, they needed only one move and a split second to determine the outcome. The king soldier hadn’t held anything back; neither had Lu Yun treated the exchange lightly. They’d both unleashed their strongest force in the exchange—whoever was defeated would die.

Lu Yun had followed...