Spring Breezes in Full Bloom, Humbling a Saint Emperor; Treading on a Coffin to Accept Surrender, Who Could Be His Enemy?

"Bang!"

The coffin lid settled firmly, nailed tight.

With Bai Yu's shudder, one side of the battlefield fell completely silent.

The God-Sealing Coffin—Sealing-Heaven Saint Emperor's signature spiritual technique—represented the pinnacle of understanding in the Dao of sealing.

Not only the body, but the soul, consciousness... once inside this coffin, all things fell into deathly silence.

Mo Mo had studied this move for a long time and been scolded over it for just as long. Though she could not yet be called consummately skilled, she had at least crossed the threshold.

But to say that, with the aid of a Saint Emperor manifestation, she could so effortlessly take down an Ancient Sword Saint...

"Am I... this strong?"

Mo Mo squeezed her palm, a strange look surfacing on her pretty face.

Feng Yujin often nagged her that the most dangerous people in this world were neither Half-Saints nor Saint Emperors, but Ancient Sword Cultivators—so long as they had once been called a "Sword Dao Throne."

Just Sword Dao Thrones... Mo Mo had asked why.

That lofty fellow who always referred to himself as "this Emperor" had said:

"In this Age of Dharma Decline that belongs to Ancient Sword Cultivators, anyone who can still reach the Sword Dao Throne level is a freakish genius."

"When facing Spiritual Cultivator Void Level or Spiritual Cultivator Half-Saints, at the very least you know where their upper limit lies. There is a line... there are shackles."

"But some Sword Dao Thrones have already lost their upper limits."

"You can never tell whether that battle will be the one that makes their name, whether you will become their stepping stone, whether they will rise from level ground into the heavens..."

"The next step after Sword Dao Throne can be one of the Seven Sword Immortals, a Sword Saint,