Luo Chuan grasped the longsword before him and lightly tapped it in the air. A faint cracking sound rang out, leaving no trace, yet seeming to echo directly in everyone's hearts.
He raised his head to look toward the starry sky, carrying an air of desolation, as though he had already climbed to the summit, where the heights were too cold to bear.
"This is the sword I see."
The entire venue fell deathly silent!
Luo Chuan's words contained an overwhelming amount of information, and everyone was trying their hardest to comprehend their meaning.
The Five Realms of the Sword—this was a concept that had never appeared on Tianlan Continent.
Without exaggeration, it had explained the sword as thoroughly as possible, even pointing directly toward the great Dao of heaven and earth.
Chu Yang froze, staring blankly at the Three-Foot Green Edge in his hand.
He had originally believed that his Sword Arts had already reached the peak of Tianlan Continent. Below the Venerable realm, enemies worthy of him were hard to find, and his path of the sword seemed close to its end.
But after hearing the boss say this today, it seemed there was still a long road ahead. A strange change appeared in his eyes.
"Haha, Selfless Sword!"
Chu Yang laughed loudly. Outside the cave, Sword Qi crisscrossed the air, black traces continuously appearing and vanishing, radiating an incomparably terrifying aura as they tore apart the wind and snow filling the sky.
The demonic beasts shrank their necks, unable to understand what madness had seized this human. Humans really did have problems with their brains. They were nowhere near as practical as demonic beasts...
Di Ba Dao lowered his head. The pitch-black blade of the Ink Blade reflected no light at all, seeming to merge with the