Xiang Yang had now attained the Attain Dao Heavenly Blade, his mastery reaching the very workings of creation. He could not claim that every martial art under heaven lay ready to be picked up at will, but in the path of the blade, none could match him. Hard and soft, yin and yang, the five elements, Wind, Thunder, Rain, and Lightning, righteous blades and demon blades—none were beyond his command.
That finger-flick of a blade earlier had transformed the roiling chaotic blade qi within him into the supremely yin, supremely soft Profound Yin blade qi. Then, through his extraordinary attainments in the blade Dao, he had birthed yang from the extreme of yin, achieving a perfectly harmonious strike. In terms of mastery, it stood beneath no supreme blade Dao of the present age.
Using Profound Yin to restrain Pure Yang, and balancing yin and yang, it surpassed mere yang's fierce dominance. This was an all-encompassing crushing superiority in the blade Dao, not simply suppression through realm alone. Moreover, Xiang Yang had made it very clear earlier that he had used only the cultivation of the Celestial Being realm.
"Fine blade technique. But you think someone like you can compare with my Sect Master? You overestimate yourself. Take another blade from me."
Zuo Li had already decided that Xiang Yang must be one of those peerless prodigies, far surpassing the eighty years of bitter cultivation he had accumulated in martial arts. Yet he did not soften his words in the slightest, instead retorting with exceptional force.
He could sense that the cultivation Xiang Yang had used was indeed at the Celestial Being level. It was merely that his attainments in the blade Dao were too formidable, making his combat strength far greater than Zuo Li's. But that did not mean he