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One, two, three—Sword Control?

When Chu Liang saw the rules of this trial, he suddenly recalled games he had played as a child. Only, this place was far crueler, and time was far more pressing.

"Move!"

As green smoke rose, anxious shouts erupted from the crowd. They had originally thought the trial would involve powerful enemies blocking the way, something they need not fear if they banded together. No one had expected this format, and it clearly caught many people off guard.

When it came to sword control, Chu Liang was wide awake.

As the champion of the Shushan Flying Sword Racing Tournament, his exquisite skill made his sword-riding speed practically unrivaled among cultivators of the same realm.

Yet just as he raised his flying sword and prepared to set off, a streak of white light had already shot out with meteor-like speed. It whistled past so fast the naked eye could barely catch it—whoosh—

That's fast!

Amid the crowd's astonishment, Immortal Whale Rider's voice carried over. "Hurry up and follow!"

Chu Liang had never before encountered a situation where someone left him so far behind right from the start. The Sword God of Falling Goose Peak truly lived up to his reputation.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

With a trace of unwillingness to concede, Chu Liang also transformed into a rainbow streak and swept into the corridor.

Although the Western Sea Sword Emperor had once been the master of Jueyun Dao, his current cultivation at the halfway point of the seventh realm was merely far above Chu Liang's. It was not enough to utterly crush him, and for a time, he actually kept pace with the young man.

He could not help exclaiming, "Why are all you Shushan people so skilled at sword control?"

Chu Liang chuckled. "You flatter me, Senior."