High above the heavens, master and disciple held their breaths as they faced each other with swords drawn. Their powerful auras plunged heaven and earth into silence.
The two strongest sword cultivators of the age clashed. In the blink of an eye, they exchanged hundreds upon hundreds of blows; the slightest lapse in concentration would decide the victor.
As the First Senior Sister finished speaking, Daoist Buyu looked at Lu Yang with satisfaction. His little disciple had grown so much without his even realizing it.
That was good. It was time to let go.
"Your master has thought it over carefully. Since I've never admitted defeat in my life, I might as well try it for once. I've decided. I concede..."
Whoosh—
A razor-sharp Sword Qi came flying straight at him, forcing Daoist Buyu to gather his strength and defend himself.
Before he could speak again, Lu Yang had already appeared in front of him in an instant.
Clang—
Their eyes met. Their swords collided. Heaven and earth shook!
"Master, what were you saying just now? I didn't catch that. Were you saying you think you're sure to win? I think so too. Master, you win..."
"Good disciple, your master's getting old. I can't beat you anymore!"
Daoist Buyu, who had been wielding his sword one-handed, suddenly grabbed the hilt with both hands and drove Lu Yang into a disadvantage with a burst of strength, cutting off his words.
Then he unleashed another surge of power. Lu Yang felt that the figure before him was no longer a person, but an unbroken range of mountains, impossibly heavy. Every time he tried to speak, his master seemed to grow stronger, cutting him off!
The Shadowbearing Sword and the Seven Star Swords flew out of the Azure Edge Sword's minor world, forming