Across the Divine Continent, war flames spread far and wide. Five Fourth Realm experts joined forces and arrived, filling all living beings with terror as the despair in their hearts reached its peak.
Just then, amid the smoke of war, a kingly figure slowly approached. Every step was steady, his aura restrained, yet he carried an indescribable grandmaster's bearing. The foremost man of the Divine Continent in this age had returned to the mortal world.
As the legend arrived, the expressions of the five Fourth Realm experts in the sky all tightened. An expert!
The sword rack landed. The auras of five ancient sword edges flickered in and out of sight. Azure and crimson radiance shone, sword-sand filled the air, the Immortal-Slaying Sword emanated overwhelming might, and there was another ancient sword never seen before, restrained within its sheath. Only the sword aura that occasionally leaked from it made people feel boundless pressure, leaving them afraid to touch its edge.
As the swordsman appeared, the thunder in the nine heavens gradually fell silent, seemingly shaken by the king's aura as it slowly withdrew its own sharpness.
"Where is your sword?"
Prince Yan's gaze shifted as he looked at the young man in plain robes before him and spoke indifferently.
"It was destroyed."
The darkness in Ning Chen's eyes gradually receded, returning to calm as he answered truthfully.
Prince Yan nodded. "Destroyed is fine. An impure sword is useless if kept. Step aside for now."
"Yes."
Before the last elder of his life, Ning Chen did not dare defy him and temporarily withdrew from the battlefield.
In the sky, the five Fourth Realm experts slowly descended. Looking at the man in azure robes before them, they watched his aura rise without cease. They could sense that this swordsman was far from