No words could describe the shock in Lin Yun’s heart as he was completely dumbfounded. He knew that sword intent was categorized into nine grades with the xiantian sword intent merely being the first grade. Right above it was the spiritual sword intent.

As for what was above the spiritual sword intent, Lin Yun had no idea. At the far end of his sight, there was a sword floating in the sky, enveloped with lightning that emitted a strong pressuring sword intent. At the very least, Lin Yun was sure that it wasn’t the spiritual xiantian sword intent as it was too powerful.

Lin Yun was under the impression that this sword was the ruler of this region and anyone who saw it had to bow before it. If anyone showed any disrespect, they would definitely be killed. Even if the owner of this sword intent had been dead for a millennium, it still stood there elegantly.

As a swordsman, Lin Yun could feel his blood boiling. This meant that the expert who fought with the Flame Dragon a millennium ago was a swordsman. He could sense the pride coming from it and it was a pride that belonged to a swordsman.

When can I be this strong? Lin Yun clenched his right fist with anticipation in his eyes. Then, he looked up ahead with reverence,...