Great Treason Seeking Dao Sword

"Sharp eyes. As expected of Duke Ding's descendant. Back then, my grandmaster suffered a narrow defeat beneath Duke Ding's Divine Sword. Today, Yan is unworthy, but I shall once again use the Black Fiend Palm to experience the Great Treason Seeking Dao Divine Sword."

Yan Qiu's voice was peculiar, full of the grating texture of metal scraping together. In the span of that brief sentence, his entire aura surged wildly, as though a great demon wrapped in endless vicious Killing Intent had awakened from slumber.

His body was not particularly tall, yet to those accomplished in spiritual martial arts, he stood like a giant, brimming with savage power. Compared with his earlier wooden dullness, his current aura was ferocious to the extreme.

His transformation was like an honest little hamster instantly turning into a hideous Giant Python, its forked tongue flicking as it waited for an opening in Ding Hui's defenses, ready to swallow him whole in one bite.

"Haha, good. I knew it was you. Then let me experience your brilliant technique."

Rather than being alarmed, Ding Hui was delighted. The blazing heat in his eyes seemed almost ready to spill from his pupils into reality. He spread his hands, and the longsword on his back began to hum on its own, shaking free and flying into Ding Hui's hand.

This time, it was not Yan Qiu who struck first, but Ding Hui, whose aura had soared sky-high.

He sent forth a sword strike. Its speed was neither fast nor slow, its momentum neither hard nor soft. Its sword qi had almost vanished without a trace, yet reality and illusion seemed to overlap within it. If one had to describe this sword with a single word, it would likely be distortion.

The longsword was straight, yet as it thrust