The Sword Saint recognized the man before him. Li Xiaoyao should have been the Wine Sword Immortal's disciple, Zhao Ling'er's husband, and the future Sect Leader Yiping of Shu Mountain.
But now...
Everything had changed. Everything had changed because of the arrival of that mysterious expert, Hun Xiu.
Li Xiaoyao had failed to become the Wine Sword Immortal's disciple, and his destined bond with Shu Mountain had been completely severed.
Not only had Li Xiaoyao's connection with Shu Mountain been completely cut off, but his destined bond with Zhao Ling'er, the Nuwa Descendant, had also been completely severed.
When Li Xiaoyao appeared here, the Sword Saint was utterly astonished and bewildered.
Without the Wine Sword Immortal and without Shu Mountain, how had Li Xiaoyao become so powerful? Could this fellow have encountered some great Opportunity?
Upon hearing the Wine Sword Immortal's cry of surprise, the Sword Saint could not help turning his gaze toward the sword in Li Xiaoyao's hand.
The Demon Sword?
What was the Demon Sword? It was a sword—not an ordinary sword, but a sentient one. Throughout the Six Realms, few could rival it.
"Hmm?"
It would have been better if the Sword Saint had not looked. The moment he did, he was shocked as well. Wasn't the longsword in Li Xiaoyao's hand precisely the Demon Sword?
The Demon Sword recorded in Shu Mountain's archives should have disappeared from the Six Realms long ago. When had another Demon Sword appeared in the Six Realms?
The Sword Saint snapped out of his shock and stared fixedly at Li Xiaoyao. "Little brother, could you let this poor Daoist have a look at the Demon Sword in your hand?"
Li Xiaoyao refused, "Old man, this is my sword, not yours. I don't want to show it to you."
Li Xiaoyao's