And now, he was the version of me who had fought him beneath Mirror Lake back then—he knew Drunken Sword, and he knew the Nine Strange Techniques! That fellow had completely taken me in, and should have been the version closest to the Sword-Taster Lord outside.
I never would have guessed that the Sword-Taster Lord outside was actually the drinking-loving senior brother from the era of the Square-Inch Sword Dao, while the true Sword-Taster Lord was the culprit who had slaughtered the entire Lu Family and left Lu Xian'er with her family destroyed and her life ruined!
Clang!
The clash of our two swords erupted with a dull metallic boom. This time, I did not use Drunken Sword again. To guard against any accidents, the sword technique I used tonight was also the one closest to my true self. Of course, Drunken Sword had already been fused into my very bones. At that moment, my sword technique moved as my heart commanded, every move and stroke as natural as breathing. This was the highest realm a sword immortal could reach within the laws of this place.
The two of us collided in midair, unleashing wave after wave of turbulence. Lu Xian'er was also joining forces with the other disciples to evacuate the crowd, then putting as much distance as possible between them and this patch of sky.
The night sky was clear as if freshly washed, without so much as a cloud overhead. No matter how far away they were, everyone could see us fighting to the death here.
The Sword-Taster Lord was different this time from when he had sparred with me at Mirror Lake. Now, he could only kill me, because he saw me as a rat dropping in a fine pot of soup—as erroneous code in a