Han River.
Lingyun Mountain.
When Zeng Anmin and Dongfang Cang appeared here, the first thing they saw was three figures standing above the Han River.
Xu Huai held a familiar whisk in his hand. Its strands had transformed into countless soft-fingered chains, sealing off the entire Han River.
They blotted out the sky and covered the sun.
The gaps between the strands were blocked by an invisible membrane of air.
Not to mention birds—even a mosquito could not escape!
To Xu Huai's right.
Another figure stood suspended in the air.
Zeng Anmin had never seen that figure before.
Yet he saw that figure's eyes clearly.
With a single glance, he could tell that this person was the current Dao Head of the Sword Sect!!
Because he had once shot an arrow into those eyes.
"Buzz~"
Invisible waves of air suddenly surged wildly through the entire space concealed by the strands of Xu Huai's whisk!
"Ring!!!"
A sword cry seemed to suddenly rise from between heaven and earth.
Looking again.
A gigantic purple sword stood behind the Dao Head!!
Rune patterns coiled around the greatsword, radiating an aura that made one's heart tremble!
Even Zeng Anmin, now a martial artist with second-rank combat strength.
And standing far from the battlefield.
Felt every hair on his body stand on end when that purple greatsword appeared!
"The Sword Sect Dao Head's cultivation... is likely not merely the legendary first rank."
Dongfang Cang stood beside Zeng Anmin and naturally saw the scene as well.
His brows furrowed, his eyes filled with solemnity and gravity.
Zeng Anmin's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly before he turned expressionlessly toward Dongfang Cang.
"In the Grand Elder's opinion, could he have reached that realm spoken of in legend?"
"No." Dongfang Cang shook his head with certainty. "All these years, only