Because she had dodged at the last moment, the old woman avoided a vital spot, but the Tear of Creation still pierced her arm. Her eyes narrowed in pain—she probably had not expected me to draw my sword so quickly!
In her panic, the old woman immediately turned her sword back to defend herself, but my next move swiftly pierced through her left arm in the Water of Nothingness. I had long since grown used to the resistance here. I knew how to wield my sword and how to strike someone whose cultivation was higher than mine!
Although the old woman had considerable attainments in swordsmanship, to me, she was still far too young in that field! I had not lived for tens of thousands of years, but throughout my life, my long sword had been more than something merely kept at my side. From the moment my swordsmanship became my own, it had never abandoned the bloodthirsty purpose for which it was created!
I had spent my whole life waging war and pacifying the injustices of the world, so I had used swordsmanship far more frequently than other immortals. I had probably spent more time in life-and-death battles than they had spent practicing their swords. In the way of the sword, I was likely qualified to be the grandmaster of many of them!
After losing the power and pressure of the Dao-Proving Realm, the old woman became a land duck in the water. Even though her swordsmanship was formidable, she ultimately could not match the speed of my sword. I wielded it like a flying blur, every move carrying the essence of the Nine Songs of Annihilating the Dao. Whether it was the Falling Sword Style's one-strike kill, the absolute defense of the Azure-Robed Umbrella, or the sinister cunning