Soldier Against Soldier, Speed Against Speed!

"What mighty figure was this? His Dao cultivation was abyss-like and mountain-like, unfathomably deep!"

High above in the Heavenly Vault, True Martial Emperor looked down upon the earth. His gaze was hook-sharp as it locked tightly onto Xuanyuan below, countless speculations churning in his heart.

He knew full well that anyone possessing such bearing had to be a renowned figure of the Primordial World's Three Realms—though he might have lived in seclusion back then, he must surely have left behind a name as thunderous as a bolt of lightning. It was impossible for there to be no trace of him at all!

He swiftly searched the depths of his memories: ancient rogue cultivators, reclusive sword immortals, old ancestors in Closed Door Meditation... name after name flashed past, yet not one perfectly matched the aura of the man before him.

What radiated from that man's body was not ordinary magical power, but Sword Intent as sharp as blades and as chillingly murderous as frost. Wherever its edge reached, even the void trembled faintly—it was clearly a Grandmaster of the Sword Dao who had reached the pinnacle!

But if that was truly the case, how could he be so obscure? Could it be... that he had overlooked something crucial?

The thought had barely arisen when Xuanyuan gave him no time to catch his breath.

Those few probing moves earlier had merely been a warm-up to him. This opponent, with solid sinews and bones and a deep, majestic aura, was the truly formidable foe worth fighting!

If he did not seize this chance for a thoroughly exhilarating battle, then the next time he encountered such an opponent, it might not be until the Vast Sea turned to mulberry fields.

This battle, he was determined to fight to his heart's content—to fight in his