The body had no wings of a colored phoenix to fly together, yet the heart held one point of mutual understanding.
The ancient Sword God Lu Xiaofeng's Lingxi Finger had defeated countless enemies, making him a powerful figure who illuminated an entire era.
But when the generation's Sword God, Lu Xiaofeng, went into seclusion on a solitary island, the Lingxi Finger that had once awed the whole land vanished with him. It left people sighing in frustration, filled with regret.
When Li Mu Yang was young, he had heard storytellers recount the tale of the generation's Sword God, Lu Xiaofeng, more than once.
He had also regretted that he had failed to live in the same era as such a dashing and graceful beauty of a man, unable to drink wine with him and become his close friend.
He had never expected that today, Li Mu Yang would witness a miraculous skill just like Lu Xiaofeng's.
Of course, Li Mu Yang still could not determine whether this person was the Sword God's heir, nor whether the ultimate move he had used was the Lingxi Finger.
However, to catch his Peach Blossom Sword between two fingers was a level of cultivation that likely rivaled that of the Sword God in his prime.
Li Mu Yang knew all too well how much force he had put into that sword strike, and he knew exactly how devastating it could be.
The sword that Elder Yushu had not even possessed the confidence or courage to resist had been caught between two fingers by a person who had barged in unbidden.
A question could not help but surface in Li Mu Yang's heart: How powerful was this person's cultivation? Had his realm already reached the starry sky?
Or had he reached that legendary Divine Roam