One Sword Breaks Yaoguang.
Chen Xin took a single step, instantly arriving several meters before Li Zhexian.
His white hair stirred without wind as he gazed at the white-robed youth he had once regarded as his successor.
"Zhexian, your path is wrong."
"Taking all laws as your foundation may seem all-encompassing, but your foundation lies in those laws, not in the sword itself."
"External power may be borrowed for a moment's advantage, but it cannot build a sword tower that reaches the heavens."
"A sword must be pure; the heart must be singular."
"Anything else is a crooked path."
Blood from Li Zhexian's split tiger's mouth stained his sword hilt red.
His white robes were tattered, and a striking streak of crimson hung at the corner of his lips.
Chen Xin's One Sword Breaks Ten Thousand Laws had already reached the Perfected State, far beyond what he could contend with at present.
And yet.
Within those youthful black eyes.
There was not the slightest trace of confusion—only a sharpness and clarity blazing like fire.
Leaning on the Azure Lotus Sword, Li Zhexian slowly straightened his back. Wiping the blood from his lips, he spoke in a slightly hoarse voice as his blood and qi churned within him:
"Senior Chen Xin's sword is truly world-shaking."
"You shattered my Yaoguang in an instant. This junior has learned from it."
"But how can Senior conclude that drawing upon starlight and wielding Ice and Fire swords means I have strayed onto a crooked path?"
A galaxy seemed to revolve within Li Zhexian's eyes, where ice and fire intertwined.
His bloodstained hand pointed toward the stars filling the sky, then toward the wind and vegetation in the courtyard.
"Senior says a sword must be pure, and the heart must be singular."
"May I ask, Senior..."