The forest stretched vast and green.
Qin Feng grabbed the Buddha's Relic and ran.
But he had still underestimated how unreasonable these Sons of Heaven could be. He had barely gone a few steps when a black-clad youth blocked his way.
The youth held a long black sword. His eyes held an extraordinary resolve, and his mind was as calm as an undisturbed lake. His slender frame was like a sharp sword, its edge fully revealed.
"He's Yi Jian, ranked 53rd on the points leaderboard and the young master of Sword Name Manor!"
The spectators outside immediately grew excited. They hadn't expected Qin Feng to run into Yi Jian.
Sword Name Manor was one of the Yin Moon Dynasty's most powerful factions. In this age, when no Sword God had appeared, it had earned the reputation of "a thousand years with only one sword, a thousand years of madness with one sword."
There was no denying that Sword Name Manor had good reason to be arrogant. It was a sacred land in the hearts of all those who practiced the sword.
Its current young master, Yi Jian, was especially hailed as a once-in-a-thousand-years sword prodigy.
At just eighteen, he had already broken through to the first level of the Dao-entry realm and comprehended third-level Sword Intent. He even possessed the legendary Heavenly Sword Body. Now that he had encountered Qin Feng, the future Sword God, anyone could imagine the sparks that would fly.
"I want you to help me temper my sword!"
Yi Jian didn't waste words or care whether Qin Feng wanted to fight. He simply drew his sword. His body became one with the king of swords, like a blade thrust into the heavens. A clear sword ring seemed to echo through the woods.
"Strong!"
Qin Feng's pupils