"Flowers Fall... I think I can guess where you came from. The Proud Sword Divine Kingdom, where everyone is said to use swords, has such a sword technique. You must be a swordsman from there," Meng Chen surmised.
"That's right. In life, I was indeed from the Proud Sword Divine Kingdom. I died two hundred thousand years ago. If I had been willing to give up my swordsmanship, I could have reincarnated long ago and begun a new life. But I simply could not bear to part with the sword in my hand, so I remained a ghost," said the ghost swordsman.
"You blocked my path and took my blade. I'm afraid you won't even be able to remain a ghost. If you retreat now, it may still not be too late. Out of respect for your devotion to the sword, I can spare you."
"Hahahaha! What outrageous boasting! If I were the sort to shrink back after being frightened, how could I have cultivated such peerless swordsmanship? Human lives are like flowers; one sword makes them wither. Accept the move!"
The ghost swordsman unleashed the ultimate skill of his lifetime, suddenly drawing his sword and slashing at Meng Chen.
Everything around them vanished. Before heaven and earth, only this sword strike remained. Its edge targeted Meng Chen, and under the influence of its sword intent, his life force formed a blooming flower.
If the flower fell, the man would die. This was an extremely lethal strike!
This was also why Meng Chen had decided to fight alone. He saw that this was a dangerous opponent and did not want his fellow disciples to risk their lives.
If they rushed in together, the slightest mistake could get someone killed beneath the ghost swordsman's blade. In some battles, having more people