This was an utterly incongruous face, one that made the skin crawl at a glance. Half of it was young and handsome, with smooth, supple skin; the other half was old as chicken skin, sagging with loose flesh. Clearly one face, yet Xiang Yang felt as though he were facing two people.
"So this is the Sword God? The swordsmanship legend whose sword qi spanned thirty thousand li, whose single sword gleamed cold across the Nineteen Provinces? If the world learned that the invincible powerhouse in their hearts was actually a monster, who knew what they would think."
Xiang Yang was not prejudiced against him, merely surprised. Of course, he also seemed to understand why the Sword God of old could suppress the Demon Emperor, while the Sword God of today behaved with such sinister charm. The root of it all likely lay in this extraordinary face.
Nor was that all. When Xiang Yang watched the Sword God speak, he saw one mouth strangely produce layered voices, as if two people were talking—one speaking first, the other repeating it. The interval was simply too brief to distinguish, setting his imagination racing even further.
As far as he knew, Bodhidharma, a towering martial arts giant and peerless grandmaster, had many myths and legends surrounding him.
One of those legends went like this: Bodhidharma possessed heaven-defying talent. In his early years, he created the Boy Divine Skill. Later, as his martial arts grew ever more profound, he felt that the Boy Divine Skill still had shortcomings. Thus, he successively created the Muscle Tendon Change, the Marrow Cleansing Classic, and the Golden Bell Shield—three supreme divine skills that shook the ages and dazzled antiquity.
Among them, when he cultivated his self-created Marrow Cleansing Classic in his later years, he unexpectedly mastered the Heavenly