The instant Xiang Yang completely stepped out of the wooden hut, everyone's expressions changed in horror, their hands and feet at a loss. What they saw was no longer a man, but a blade radiating countless tiny glimmers of light from all over its body.
A long body, a thin edge, its sharpness flashing. At the center of its hilt sat a tri-colored precious jade, flowing with brilliant light and illuminating heaven and earth. It seemed to be a supreme divine blade born from the gathered spiritual qi of heaven and earth, the essence of sun and moon.
How could a man become a blade? There was only one possibility: the man before them had fused his cultivation with the Dao of the blade, reaching the realm where man was blade, and blade was man.
"This man's martial arts are exceedingly profound. Do not underestimate him. Deal with him carefully. Canglan, make your move."
The First Elder had black hair and a white beard. Amid the crystalline gleam of his skin, a trace of gravity showed. Though he had long known this man's martial arts were unfathomably profound, he had never expected him to have reached such a level.
And with such attainment in the Dao of the blade, if Xiang Yang had borrowed the power of the Thunder Marsh and luckily killed Old Man of Snow Ridge Mountain, it no longer seemed so difficult to understand.
"Indeed, this brat is truly my great enemy. We must seize this chance to kill him in a single strike, or the future trouble will be endless."
Starlight flickered in Chu Canglan's eyes, with a faint gloom surfacing in their depths. Hearing the First Elder's words, he swept his broad purple sleeves, and his body shot up from the ground, whipping up a