Where Could a Sword Go Unchallenged?

Wei Jin, a Sword Immortal of the Wind and Snow Temple, found the green-robed swordsman's trail. But a handsome young master with a Sword Nurturing Gourd at his waist appeared in a flash, blocked his path, and caught the full blaze of Wei Jin's sword strike in one palm. He shook his wrist. His palm had been charred black, but it healed in an instant.

This Throne Great Demon held a middling position at the Ancient Well and went by the name Qinghua.

That exquisite face of his, so capable of bewitching women, was pieced together from other people's skin, if one looked closely.

His Sword Nurturing Gourd held countless remnants of Sword Immortals' souls and broken flying swords.

The Great Demon Qinghua smiled at the Young Swordsman behind him, the foremost of the Savage World's Hundred Sword Immortals. "Junior brother, had enough fun?"

The green-robed swordsman nodded. "Watch yourself."

The Great Demon blocked another sword strike from afar. Wei Jin's two successive strikes had blasted past him, leaving Qinghua suspended above a vast crater. With a soft voice and a smile, he said, "What should your senior brother watch out for? I've been careful enough. I haven't even gone looking for Chen Qingdu yet."

Lu Zhi arrived on her sword and told Wei Jin, "Keep chasing him. Leave this effeminate man to me."

Qinghua smiled at the female Great Sword Immortal whose face had been half destroyed. "So this is the devastating beauty of the Sword Qi Great Wall, Great Sword Immortal Lu?"

Lu Zhi answered without a word, with a sword strike.

At one end of the city wall, the blood-drenched monk looked like a golden Buddha whose lotus pedestal was the Sword Qi Great Wall itself.

The middle-aged Buddhist Sage's cassock slipped from his shoulders of its