As news of Xiang Yang's deeds in Kangzhou spread, Yongzhou's martial world naturally received no small amount of information as well—for instance, that Xiang Yang had been injured by Dao Qianqiu and could no longer use a blade.
When Xiang Yang was in Yongzhou, he had been famed for his blade. Being unable to use one meant he was like a fierce tiger stripped of fangs and claws. Gu Shentong had no worries at all about defeating such a rising talent.
Choosing this young man as the stepping stone for his return to the public eye carried more than a hint of picking on the weak and fearing the strong. Otherwise, directly challenging Dragon King Shui Wuhen would have been far more earth-shaking.
Yet at this moment, Xiang Yang's intent surged, drawing a clear hum from the Divine Blade Que Xie on his back. Gu Shentong's calculations were thrown off. He was caught somewhat unprepared, and a shadow darkened his heart.
Xiang Yang had not lost his blade heart. A mere movement of his will made the divine blade sing on its own. This was not an inability to use a blade, but the bearing of a grandmaster of the blade.
Gu Shentong was startled and surprised, while the corners of Xiang Yang's lips curled upward slightly. This had naturally been deliberate on his part.
During the two months he had delayed, he had not done nothing. Now that the Blade Soul had been successfully tempered, Dao Qianqiu's so-called seal could no longer trouble him in the slightest. The blade would become his most advantageous and most powerful weapon.
"Good lad. He calmly resolved the table I set before him, so I have already lost one move. Now I have been shaken by the news that he can use a