Yōu Ye'er looked down from atop the mountain range, recalling how one of her elders had described the Sword Sect’s Fifth Sword: “The human merges with the sword; the sword merges with the domain; the human merges with the domain. Three become one for the Fifth Sword.”

“What did you say?” Hai Qiqi was lost.

Yōu Ye'er shook her head. “Nothing. Do you think that he can take the Fifth Sword?”

Hai Qiqi rolled her eyes. “I don’t know.”

At the base of the mountain range, Lu Yin’s face grew solemn. He could sense Liu Shaoqiu’s forcefield as well as the Fifth Sword’s terrifying strength that merged everything into one entity. This sharpness was something that was incomparable to anything from before, and it was already causing spatial cracks to appear in the void. In Lu Yin’s eyes, Liu Shaoqiu had already become a sword, and Lu Yin could see countless spatial cracks extending out from the swordsman’s body. He was on the verge of slicing through the space in this area.

Ling Que looked at Liu Shaoqiu with surprise. This attack lived up to the reputation of the Sword Sect’s Thirteen Swords, and if this person had completely comprehended this attack, then Ling Que might not have been able to defeat the Sword Sect genius and their battle might have ended in a draw. 

Mu Rong also stared on in astonishment. The inheritor of the Thirteen Swords was indeed not someone simple. 

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