The Greatest Treasure

Zhou Daogan easily widened the distance between himself and Xu Yi once more. He barked, "Let's see how long you can hold out. Sunken Sword Style!" His face turned deathly pale.

Three sword intents appeared above Xu Yi's head. They came swiftly and fiercely, far surpassing the others.

Xu Yi had only just sensed them when they were already upon him. Just as the three swords were about to cleave into his skull, a flash of tarnished silver suddenly appeared above his head.

Clang, clang, clang! Three sharp rings sounded in quick succession.

"Impossible!"

Zhou Daogan's eyes bulged. His sure-hit attack had been blocked by something. His sword intent had always been indestructible—how could anything stop it?

His eyes, sharp as an eagle's, searched the area, but he still couldn't see what had done it.

He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Intercept Sword Style!"

Seven sword intents appeared before Xu Yi's chest. Their keen edges cut the black strands of hair above his head, snapping them one by one. Just as the powerful sword intents were about to pierce his chest, another flash of tarnished silver appeared. Xu Yi's figure shot backward, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

But Zhou Daogan's pallid face was filled with shock. His eyes remained fixed on Xu Yi's chest, where there was no sign of injury from the sword intents. Clearly, the blood he'd spat out was merely the result of the tremendous shock caused when the tarnished silver blocked the sword intents.

After using two swords, Zhou Daogan's face was as pale as gold paper. The second sword in particular was inferior in power only to the killing move of Eight Meridians Gather.

The energy he had spent so long nurturing had been drained by more than half.

A monster—a complete