"Swordsmanship has a name: Mo. The Dao of Mo—though its swords are myriad, they can wound the true self."
Red Plum fell into his hand. Mei Suren was no longer slow and gentle. His brows tightened, his body became a sword, and his aura pierced through the clouds.
With a swish, a vortex unfurled a hundred miles away.
Then, one azure Mo Sword after another rose from thin air with Mei Suren's words, transforming into a surging river that howled and coiled, crushing Jiang Buyi's Saint Domain in an instant!
The torrent of sword aura became endless azure light, pouring into the Red Plum at Mei Suren's fingertips.
For a moment, Red Plum was like a sword. Its fragrance replaced the sword cry and drifted for thousands of miles.
"Mo Sword Technique, first realm—Azure River Sword Realm!" Xu Xiaoshou's eyes widened.
He knew this sword. Back when Gou Wuyue had fought Ba Zunan, this was the very sword he had used.
But Mr. Siren could use it too?
And the Azure River Sword Realm he wielded could even break a Saint Domain?
"This is insane!" Xu Xiaoshou clutched his head, his eyes filled with utter shock.
Was this the true worth of an ancient, veteran swordsman? Was this the ability possessed by a swordsman from the same generation as Old Master You Tu, the former Holy Spirit Hall Master who had beheaded the Seven Sword Immortal? The bearing of a Sword Immortal, able to contend against a Demi-Saint? So... Old Gou was ultimately just Little Gou, unworthy of being the face of Mo Sword Technique? His thoughts had barely reached this point when Mr. Siren, pinching Red Plum between his fingers, seemed like a sharp sword leaving its sheath, his edge fully exposed. The icy killing intent around him tore