With one sword, he sang to the bright moon; with another, he kept an honored guest for wine. My Sword Demon master demonstrated the exquisite sword intent behind these two strikes, and I rehearsed them countless times in my mind. His swordsmanship was incomparably domineering. Even the Qiankun Dao sword arts, among the most overpowering of the orthodox paths, could not match that imperious presence. He also showed me that even without a tenfold amplification of his Dao lineage's power, his strength was no less than the peak power bestowed by the supreme deity of Heavenly Ghost Dao.
But this was also Xuanyuan Ruxin's strength after converting her divine spiritual energy into immortal energy. After all, even gods descending into the lower realm could not escape its constraints. The divine ghosts released when the God-Burying Coffin opened could no longer cast spells once they exhausted their power. Xin Shinian, for instance, had only successfully made the conversion after my wife temporarily stripped her of her divine office. Xuanyuan Ruxin was in the same situation. The absolute domain she had displayed before was worlds apart from the power she wielded now.
My Sword Demon master's swordsmanship astonished me once again. It turned out that he was not merely exceptional at ordinary swordplay, having taught me the spacetime sword stance. Even when unleashing sword incantations, he was unrivaled. I truly hoped that one day I could say, as he had, "My sword has ruled the world for four hundred years. Who could stand as my equal?" Without overwhelming strength, who would dare make such an arrogant declaration?
After my Sword Demon master blasted away her domain's suppressive power, Xuanyuan Ruxin's brows drew together. Knowing that her strength in the lower realm could not withstand his terrifying sword techniques, she immediately looked at