On Nameless Peak, Situ Cheng immediately flew into a rage when he heard that.
"That day, you sent every Spirit Sword in the entire Inner Sect shooting into the sky and slashing at me, yet you still claimed that wasn't [Myriad Swords Returning to the Origin]!"
Situ Cheng still felt a lingering fear whenever he thought about it.
Countless Spirit Swords had ultimately been suspended right in front of him, forcibly halted by the middle-aged scholar.
If anything had gone even slightly wrong, he probably would have been stabbed into a pincushion.
In all these years, only that spar two years ago had made him start wondering: Am I really only a step weaker than Senior Brother?
Moreover, after using [Myriad Swords Returning to the Origin], the middle-aged scholar had looked incredibly weak and had already lost the ability to fight.
That had made him realize: I'm still only a step behind. As long as I'm lucky enough not to die, or prepare a fallback in advance, then I'll definitely be the one to kill him!
Of course, that was merely self-deception.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone two whole years without coming to Nameless Peak to pick a fight.
But now you're actually telling me that wasn't the real [Myriad Swords Returning to the Origin]!?
I, Situ Cheng, am the first one who refuses to believe it!
"That was [Myriad Swords Returning to the Origin]!" Situ Cheng said, craning his neck. "It was the Number One Technique Under Heaven, the Dao Ancestor's signature art—[Myriad Swords Returning to the Origin]!"
The middle-aged scholar usually indulged his junior brother. It had always been that way since Situ Cheng joined the sect. After they had descended the mountain to gain experience together and Situ Cheng had burned his lifespan, he had indulged him