"No self, no sword."
The voice was soft, yet exceptionally clear, as though someone were speaking beside their ear.
In the sky, a sturdy figure stood motionless against the gale, robes snapping loudly in the wind. He wore a white Daoist robe patterned in blue and a jade crown, with a treasured sword floating at his side. His face was resolute, his eyes seeming to look upon the cultivators, yet also upon the vast mountains. Silent and without any startling aura, he nevertheless gave off the sense of a sword piercing the heavens.
"Who are you?! As a human, why did you launch a sneak attack on us?"
Several Golden Core Cultivators, relying on their superior numbers, questioned him furiously. Those magical treasures had been the work of their entire lives.
"I am Gan Wu of Chunyang Purple Void."
Wind and thunder surged. That brief sentence sent terror through everyone present. A sword cultivator—and one of the madmen among sword cultivators. Gan Wu's great name had spread throughout the world over the past two centuries. Even the deserts of the Western Regions and the northern wastelands knew his name.
Gan Wu was the chief disciple under Qi Yun, master of Purple Void Peak of Chunyang.
It was said that among Chunyang's current generation, Gan Wu was the strongest. Even eldest senior brother Chu Zhe was no match for him. To temper his sword intent, he had once carried his sword across the world. In the northern icefields, it was rumored that Gan Wu had slain a demonic tiger that had dwelled there for years after an ordinary beast had fallen to madness. With only himself and his sword, he had entered the territory of the Western Regions' demonic sects and emerged unscathed, slaughtering countless fiends. His fierce reputation was legendary.