"I don't need to draw my sword." Wan Guiyi walked out from the crowd. He had stayed close behind True Man Tian Bao the entire time, making people think he was some devout lay disciple of the Daoist Sect.
No one had expected that when he announced his name, everyone present would be stunned.
He was indeed a lay disciple of the Daoist Sect. In his early years, he had become True Man Tian Bao's disciple, then ventured into the outside world to undergo arduous cultivation on his own. Because of his extraordinary talent, he had built up an enormous reputation, and had even been called the Number One Sword of the Daoist Sect.
Of course, that title mainly applied to the hundreds of thousands of lay disciples of the Daoist Sect. Dragon Tiger Mountain was home to countless immortals. Even Xiahou Qianbai's master, the current sect leader—the Unintentional Sect Master—didn't dare claim to be the greatest swordsman in the Daoist Sect.
The Daoist Sect had been passed down for ten thousand years. It was a colossal existence. No one knew how deep its foundations truly ran, nor how many disciples it had.
Beyond the Daoist Sect, powerful figures gathered thick as clouds. There was never a strongest—only someone stronger than you.
That was also why Xiahou Qianbai had been unwilling to compete with others in breaking through realms on Dragon Tiger Mountain, instead running off to study at Starry Sky Academy, and later simply staying there as a teacher.
Starry Sky Academy was leisurely and free, making it more conducive to his contemplation and comprehension.
Although Dragon Tiger Mountain was inhabited by a group of Daoists, the entanglements of interest and struggles for power within it were no easier than those of the outside world.
Li Mu Yang looked