Seizing the Sword, Exploding Essence, Encountering Yue Zhen; Wielding the Dragon, Slaying the Sun, Meeting Fu Guang

High in the air.

Xie Qingmian, the Sword Hut's sect master, had never given up. There had never been surrender or failure in his life.

No matter how dire the circumstances, he had always resolved them with effortless calm.

With his talent and wisdom, this hurdle was hardly difficult to overcome. It was merely a momentary lapse of care.

That little thief was already at the end of his tether!

As long as he reclaimed his spirit sword and opened the tiniest gap, he would be able to pry apart this sky-full of golden mountains.

Then, drawing upon the power of heaven-and-earth laws with his True Essence and forging it into his strongest sword strike, he could tear open a corner of the suppression. So long as he caught this breath of respite, he would break free of this cage!

He persevered without rest, his divine sense inching forward with difficulty. Within his body, the True Essence he had long been capable of circulating remained hidden and dormant, concealed without revealing itself.

He waited only to regain control of his spirit sword, then erupt in an instant and seize that sliver of victory!

Six feet!

Three feet!

Only one foot left!

Just as he was about to regain control of the spirit sword, all the anticipation and tenacity in Xie Qingmian's eyes burst forth as brilliance and sharpness, like a cold gleam stunning the nine provinces flashing across the firmament, carrying his lifetime of talent and pride.

Reclaim the spirit sword!

Then join forces with the fierce assault of his fellow disciples below!

Strike from within and without, and tear apart the golden mountains!

Once he shattered these layers upon layers of suppression, the moment he escaped, the sky would be vast and the earth broad, with countless wondrous arts