I could tell from the stone tablet how unwilling the Sword Emperor had been to accept defeat. After all, as the strongest swordsman, he had been beaten like a child by Zhang Fan every time. Naturally, he was unwilling to accept that.
Thus, the Sword Emperor, who had originally shouted that no sword could win over a sword and that no move could win over a move, eventually embarked on the path of pursuing ever more powerful swords.
The God-Slaying, Buddha-Destroying, Heaven-Slaughtering, Earth-Annihilating, God-Killing, Filial-Son Sword.
When I saw this sword, my face had already gone numb. I looked at the stone tablet before me. It said that the Sword Emperor had taken this sword to challenge Zhang Fan, only to be beaten senseless by him before Zhang Fan told him, "Come back after you find an even stronger sword."
The Sword Emperor had gone crazy on the spot. He abandoned that sword and continued searching for an even stronger one.
"You practically drove an emperor insane," I said.
"I couldn't help it. Who told him to insist on fighting me? Look what happened. After I fooled him with a few words, he went down an evil path. Every day, all he thought about was finding a stronger sword." Zhang Fan said.
"Then did he actually succeed?" I asked.
Zhang Fan fell silent for a rare moment before saying, "Keep reading."
I continued walking along the stone tablets.
The Sword Emperor's life had only reached its halfway point, yet it was already incredibly long. In the first half of his life, he had been hailed as unrivaled beneath the heavens, advancing triumphantly all the way to the pinnacle of swordsmanship.
But when he encountered the most inconceivable powerhouse he had ever seen, the unmatched nightmare at the pinnacle of swordsmanship—the