For the time it took half an incense stick to burn, Su Xin and Shi Daoxuan had traded well over a thousand moves, yet Su Xin had not gained the slightest advantage.
The Shaolin Temple members all let out long breaths of relief. Now they could rest easy—Su Xin could no longer threaten them.
Yet just as time was nearly up, Su Xin's aura, which had already fallen to its lowest ebb, suddenly surged. Two auras rose from his body and shot into the heavens, one like a god and the other like a demon, even stirring changes in the skies. One yin, one yang—unfathomably shifting.
Su Xin suddenly raised a finger in midair, but no one felt that he had pointed with a finger. This should have been a sword!
With his fingers joined like a sword, the black and white sword qi became a hazy blur, merging into one. As Su Xin's sword fingers descended, they unleashed an extraordinary sword technique.
Shi Daoxuan chanted sigils, and countless Golden Lotuses bloomed before him. Yet the sword qi sliced through those Golden Lotuses, and that power capable of dissolving all things lost its effect before Su Xin for the first time.
"Hm!"
Shi Daoxuan gave a soft cry of surprise, a thoughtful look appearing in his eyes.
What Su Xin was displaying now was not a sword technique, but the Dao of the Sword. All moves had lost their meaning; only the ultimate Dao of the Sword was the origin and pinnacle of all things.
Moreover, this sword Dao gave people an indescribable feeling. It seemed scattered and disordered, as though it had not yet developed to its utmost limit.
As everyone watched Su Xin attack, they suddenly felt as if their hearts were being clawed at. They wished Su