For someone like Zhongli Yan.
You could mock him for losing battle after battle.
You could mock his one-track mind.
You could mock him for overestimating himself.
But there was no mocking his diligence, nor could anyone mock his talent and brilliance.
Whether on the orthodox path of cultivation or the path of Martial Dao, he could reach the very pinnacle among his peers.
The Yellow Millet Sword Manual was so powerful that, within the Divine Presence Realm, it absolutely yielded to no top-tier sword canon.
Unlike Zhang Xun's Sword Qi, condensed to the utmost into threads, Zhongli Yan's Sword Qi possessed another kind of solidity—a unity of strength and intent.
But at this moment, it shattered.
Along with the sword form that had been unfolding.
And Jiang Wang had merely drawn his sword!
Before it blossomed, a divine ability could only be called a Divine Ability Seed.
Only after blossoming could it truly be called a divine ability.
Counting it up, the true Sword Immortal had not appeared before the public for half a year.
These had been six months of rapid growth after Divine Presence, another six months Jiang Wang had not squandered.
The spectators seated around the arena today were undoubtedly in for a feast for the eyes.
There were very few who had seen Jiang Wang fully display the might of the Sword Immortal. And the overwhelming majority of them... were already dead.
At this moment, Zhongli Yan's sword cleaved out a Yellow Millet Dream, splitting space itself into pages and binding them into a Book of Yellow Millet.
Jiang Wang drew his sword from the book's spine.
The divine ability Sword Evolves Myriad Laws flooded the world with radiance in an instant.
What descended from the high heavens was Hua City, carved from flame flowers!