I immediately grabbed the insect back and placed it on the sword hilt. It looked like a winged toad, and whenever it beat its wings, its abdomen swelled and buzzed incessantly. But when it sensed my sword intent again, it instantly perked up, looking as though it were lying on the sword and gathering strength, ready to spring into action. As my sword intent grew more and more intense, it indeed opened its mouth. Huff, huff.
The surrounding white clouds immediately churned like rolling waves. All the sword realms I condensed emerged without the slightest difficulty, and a vast sword pool spread across a large area around us. Under the insect's influence, these white clouds seemed to have truly been released through magic power as a sword realm—lively yet carrying a bleak killing intent, as though they could sweep away the enemy at any moment.
Seeing that I had actually condensed a sword realm, the young man naturally did not hesitate. With a sweep of his long sword, he recited a five-character sword song, quickly driving away my white-cloud sword realm and restoring the two winged toads to calm. They waited for our next clash of swords.
"May I ask your name, senior?" I asked with cupped hands. Naturally, we had to exchange names before crossing swords.
"Just call this old man Sword Lord. As for my name, it doesn't matter," the young man said casually.
There were only a handful of immortals present. Even after we had stood on White Cloud Pool for quite a while, there seemed to be only four of us—two men and two women. When they heard the young man call himself "Sword Lord," their expressions showed that he truly did bear that title. Of course, Sword Lord was merely a form of address; he