Sword Hut's surging sword tide, the myriad phenomena dim as the Sect Master returns

Zhao Cheng lowered his eyes and swept a glance over Green Bamboo Sword Urn and the Sword Hut elders below. A profound, unfathomable sword intent flashed through his gaze.

That sword intent revealed no sharp edge, yet it was like a blade hidden in the depths of the sea, carrying the calm assurance and weight of one who "knew the very origin of the Sword Hut."

Merely being swept by that sword intent made several elders instinctively clutch their sword hilts, every hair on their bodies standing on end.

They actually felt, before him, that their own sword arts were incomparably shallow.

"Gasp... what is going on?"

One elder was the first to suck in a sharp breath, his voice trembling. "How did this brat suddenly shake off his decline? Wasn't he about to fail to hold on just now?"

"Could it be... Senior Brother failed to break his defenses, and he instead used the clash to make a breakthrough?"

Another elder furrowed his brows into a knot, growing more alarmed the more he thought about it.

This brat was so young, yet he could already contend against Senior Brother's century of accumulated sword intent. If he went a step further...

"Did you see the sword intent in his eyes just now?"

The oldest elder suddenly barked in uncertainty, his eyes filled with disbelief. "Why do I feel that the sword intent he revealed just now was even more profound than the sword intent Green Bamboo has accumulated over a hundred years?"

"That is absolutely impossible!"

"It must be an illusion, right?"

Someone refuted him instinctively, but took half a step back without much conviction. "How many years has he cultivated? How could he possibly comprehend a sword art deeper than Senior Brother Green Bamboo's? Besides, he's carrying a great