Hearing Lin Yao's description, Chen Changsheng smiled. "Unstoppable? That description is somewhat exaggerated."
"After all, there has never been a truly invincible divine ability in this world."
"And sword cultivators depend most on the person wielding the sword. The same sword technique produces different results in different hands."
"Looking across the world, only Jian Fei can bring those nine sword techniques to their utmost limit."
"Though I know their methods, I can only wield seventy percent of their power."
"Besides, performing those nine sword techniques requires nine specific famed swords."
"I merely assembled these temporarily, so their effects are naturally greatly diminished."
At that, Lin Yao gave a cold laugh. "That's wonderful. If you really could unleash their full power, the lives of the few of us would be over."
"So please, sir—draw your sword!"
As his voice fell, the first Flying Sword transformed into a hundred-zhang golden dragon and charged at Lin Yao.
Watching the six-zhang-tall golden figure battle the giant dragon, Chen Changsheng paced slowly above the sea. "Jian Fei came from humble roots back then, so the names of these nine sword techniques were rather simple."
"I urged him more than once to come up with some better-sounding names, but that fellow went to the mortal world and had a down-and-out Scholar compose nine lines of poetry."
"And instead of feeling ashamed, that fellow took pride in it and directly used those nine lines of poetry when fighting others."
"From that day onward, those nine lines of poetry became irrevocably bound to the nine sword techniques."
Bang!
Lin Yao braced the golden dragon's gaping maw with both hands, then said with difficulty, "The academy taught us those nine lines of poetry. Would you like me to recite them for you, sir?"
"Sure. Recite them. It'll also let