"The Blood Rat Thousand Sword Sutra—how could someone his age have cultivated this extraordinary art to such a level?" Watching Xiao Chen command a thousand swords and cut the Silver-Blood Deer Demon apart as easily as slicing melons and chopping vegetables, Nalan Longfei covered her mouth and gasped in shock.
Though the Blood Rat Thousand Sword Sutra was ancient,
it was renowned.
It had been created countless ages ago by a mighty rat cultivator whose mastery rivaled creation itself.
It required the polishing of time.
Like dripping water wearing through stone.
Legend had it that many extraordinary Sword Dao talents had cultivated it.
Yet even after a hundred years of arduous practice,
most had only reached minor mastery.
Then they could advance no further.
They could only give up.
Yet Xiao Chen was barely twenty.
And he had already cultivated the Blood Rat Thousand Sword Sutra to the very pinnacle!
It was simply astounding.
"I truly never imagined Great Xia would produce a young True Dragon like you!" Zhang Tabai looked at Xiao Chen with a grave expression, his voice tinged with bitterness.
Ever since they had appeared,
Xiao Chen's performance had been far too dazzling.
First, he had seen through his and Li Yunshan's secret techniques from a great distance, detecting their approach for an ambush.
Then he had displayed world-shaking swordsmanship.
And defeated Li Yunshan.
Had the Qiankun Dynasty not stood high above the rest, enjoying immense prestige,
and had the Qin Family not truly borne a blood-deep feud with Xiao Chen,
at that moment,
he would absolutely have thought the Qiankun Dynasty's Qin Family had deliberately set him up and toyed with him!
The scroll the Qin Family had given him stated
that Xiao Chen was merely an ant with passable talent
and a low cultivation realm.