I'll Form the Head

The sky.

Chi Jiuyu gripped her longsword, watching the Mystic Spirit Tower sway precariously as though it might collapse at any moment, her expression exceedingly solemn.

After those exchanges just now, she had already realized how extraordinary the mastermind behind this was.

Her foundation was the Slaying Sword Canon, and the offensive prowess of her Slaying magical power was unmatched beneath the heavens.

Just now, she had used her Slaying magical power to drive the Four Symbols Destruction sword wheel into a slash. Though she had not used her full strength in order to mislead the mastermind, she had still needed to strike twenty-seven times before barely breaking through the tower's outer defenses.

And even after that idiot had witnessed the Four Symbols Destruction sword wheel, he still had not made a move.

Clearly, he himself possessed an immensely powerful offensive divine ability as well.

At the very least, that bastard was confident he could block the Four Symbols Destruction sword wheel she had unleashed.

"Fellow Daoist, your sword evolves the birth and destruction of the Four Symbols, drawing upon that infinitesimal intent of ultimate emptiness and ultimate stillness. It is truly peerlessly profound—impressive! Impressive!"

The voice came from within the tower.

The runes inscribed upon the tower's body glimmered faintly. Amid ripples spreading outward in waves, Gu Xingyun stepped out.

Clad in a blood-red dharma robe and carrying a longsword, he wore a faint smile at the corner of his lips, appearing utterly composed.

An elusive sword intent, both illusory and real, as if it encompassed sword arts ancient and modern and linked the sword dao of countless schools, coiled around him.

"I am Gu Xingyun. I gather the sword dao of ancient and modern times, merging the swords of countless schools into one."

Sword Dao · Gu Xingyun.