Lin Xiao had his own sword path, while Su Xin had his own martial path.
Lin Xiao had devoted his life solely to the sword, while Su Xin cared only about becoming the strongest.
As long as a martial art could enhance his combat strength, Su Xin was willing to learn it, whether it was a Daoist profound art or a demonic heresy.
But Lin Xiao's earlier claim that the sword path reigned supreme had left everyone present deeply dissatisfied.
There were indeed many martial artists who used swords in the martial world, but just because sword users were numerous and powerful, that didn't mean all other martial arts were trash, did it?
At that moment, quite a few people hoped Su Xin would use other martial arts to teach Lin Xiao a proper lesson, so he'd understand that the sword path wasn't the only way to wield the strongest martial art in the world.
Lin Xiao's expression turned solemn. His long sword danced in the wind, and in an instant, he unleashed four kinds of sword intent.
Spring, summer, autumn, winter. The blossoms fell away, leaving only endless withered pines.
Four Seasons Reincarnation: all things would eventually dissolve!
Beneath the might of Lin Xiao's sword intent, even the power of heaven and earth dissolved wherever it passed.
Surrounded by the sword intent, Su Xin remained calm, the sun and moon resting in his palm, with all the boundless splendor of the world held within.
"Boom!"
A deafening blast rang out. The sun and moon vanished, and formless, shapeless sword qi erupted from within. The suddenly unleashed power was terrifying. The sword qi seemed to have been trapped in its sheath for ten thousand years; once released, its might shook heaven and earth.
Lin Xiao swept his Frost Snow Sword,