"You're Xia Qiliang?" the young man, about my age, asked in a low voice. He glanced at the treasured sword in his hand, the one that had shaken cracks into my Heaven-Calamity Divine Sword. Then he gave it a tremor. With a bang, he shattered the sword on the spot, swept his hand, and sent it into the spacious sword bag on his back.
The sword bag was woven from coarse cloth as well. When the broken sword went inside, it gave off the clanging of metal striking metal. Clearly, there were quite a few broken swords in there! The reason he had shattered the sword was actually very simple: he wanted to strip the broken weapon of its spirituality completely so that it would not damage his cloth sword bag!
I sucked in a breath of cold air. Judging by this, the man was an incomparably powerful sword cultivator. Otherwise, for a treasured sword of this grade to have broken so many times was truly astonishing!
"Who are you?" I asked indifferently, my expression devoid of emotion.
"I'm Yun Xingzhui. I've come to take your life." The young man smiled, then formed a sword with his fingers and recited several incantations.
I frowned. "Daoist Friend Yun, you aren't planning to kill me with a sword-finger, are you?"
"My sword broke. I can only do this." The young man called Yun Xingzhui did not feel that anything was amiss and continued forming a sword with his finger. To my surprise, he seriously condensed a sword of light. Though it was merely energy, its cold radiance flashed in all directions, and it actually made me feel a trace of danger!
I did not really take the strength of the Limitless Realm to heart, but the aura displayed by this man called