Duanmu Suifeng was dressed in white, whiter than snow, his long hair dancing in the wind. Tall and straight, with a dashing face and sword-shaped brows that swept upward as if reaching into the clouds, he looked fiercely proud. His eyes were like stars, shimmering with a hazy golden light, as though nothing could escape his gaze. With such a heroic bearing, combined with his status and position, it was no wonder countless beauties were smitten with him.
Most unusual of all, Duanmu Suifeng held a sheathed sword in his arms. It was very long, nearly five feet, considerably longer than an ordinary flying sword. Strange runes were engraved on its ancient-looking scabbard, and an unusual power seemed to ripple around it. Though the sword had not been drawn, a faint sword intent already filled the air, its killing force shaking the heavens.
Seeing Duanmu Suifeng like this, Zi Ling suddenly recalled a certain legend. He spoke the words, "Sky-Breaking Sword Drawing Art."
"Sky-Breaking Sword Drawing Art?!" Xing Ao, not far away, was slightly taken aback. He looked at Zi Ling. "Uncle Zi Ling, what does this sword art have to do with the Sky-Breaking Sword Art?"
"The Sky-Breaking Sword Drawing Art is the full name of this sword art. The Sky-Breaking Sword Art is only one part of it." Zi Ling's expression grew more solemn as he looked toward the arena. "They say the hardest part to cultivate is the sword drawing, even more so than the Sky-Breaking Sword Art. That's because its practitioners must go their entire lives without a Natal Dan Artifact. They can only carry a Long Sword and use the power of their sword art to temper it. Carrying the sword is said to improve their rapport with it. In the end, the cultivator's body