This startling sword strike carried a majestic force, while Chen Fan's figure drifted as elusive as a ghost. The aura of his attack was utterly inconceivable.
The sword's momentum contained the profound essence of the Nine Palaces Great Dao, mysterious beyond compare.
Old Yellow Tooth immediately sucked in a cold breath. "This kid has actually comprehended the Sword Dao to such a realm. That sword is so fast that even this old man would find it hard to take head-on."
Yet Lin Xiaotian, the sect master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, remained utterly composed. His figure was graceful and unhurried. With a sweep of his sleeve, he casually pinched out a Sword Qi no weaker than Chen Fan's, instantly blocking the blow and effortlessly neutralizing it.
Bang!
A hidden force then sent Chen Fan reeling backward. Another kind of Great Dao was actually concealed within that Sword Qi—unmatched beneath heaven, its might astonishing.
Chen Fan's expression changed slightly. His feet stepped through the Nine Palaces, stabilizing his flying body. His heart chilled. This sect master's Sword Dao had also reached such a miraculous, consummate realm—even a notch more profound than his own.
"I already said it: you are not my opponent. In terms of Sword Dao realm, you are still far too lacking!" Lin Xiaotian did not even spare Chen Fan another glance. His voice was incomparably indifferent, yet an imposing authority spread from him and stunned everyone present.
Old Yellow Tooth's face immediately changed slightly as he frowned. "This is bad. That Lin fellow seems to have become even more extraordinary after his seclusion. No wonder he could sit in the sect master's seat."
Bald Bird was taken aback. "Sit in the sect master's seat? Does the Ten Thousand Swords Sect have another former sect master?"
"Of course.