Boom-
The immense blade light surged forward with overwhelming momentum, ten thousand paths converging into one. Before that blade light stood the phantom of an old man.
Dressed in white, his hair white, he stood with his hands behind his back, like a commander proudly poised atop a tidal wave, directing the course of the surging tide.
His gaze was fixed ahead, on Ning Jian Er standing there.
There was nothing remarkable about that gaze, yet a single look sent a thunderous shudder through Ning Jian Er.
His body went weak, and he nearly dropped straight to his knees.
He was not the only one. Everyone present trembled in unison at the sight of that figure.
Then their eyes widened.
Even Head Dean Zhang Fu was instantly dumbstruck, as though witnessing a miracle.
A group of people rushed out from the Chen Family, staring in disbelief.
Foremost among them were the Chen Family's Clan Leader and the Grand-aunt leaning on her cane.
"Father..." Only after a long while did they murmur that word.
Even their voices were thick with disbelief, as though this were a dream.
Chen Jianyi!
On the Eastern Continent, he truly deserved the name Jian Yi!
The inheritor of One Hundred Eighty Thousand Swords.
Although he had not founded the Sword Academy, he had laid the foundation for its rise to become the foremost academy of the Myriad Laws Academy.
Compared with him, Ning Jian Er's prestige on the Eastern Continent and within the Myriad Laws Academy fell far short.
Even though he had vanished a hundred years ago and was rumored to be long dead, he could still firmly tower over Ning Jian Er.
Boom-
The blade light swept forward in a mighty torrent, like floodwaters bursting free, surging and roaring.
Chen Jianyi stood with his