Eighteen Years Old, A Myth

In Yanhuang—and even across the world—countless forum sites erupted into heated debate over the matter.

Both Tsugikuni Mumei and Zhao Cheng were already famous figures.

One had been renowned for a long time, while the other was a rising star.

When news of the challenge spread, many people were utterly baffled. In their eyes, Zhao Cheng was still only a Swordsman. Though he could breathe out sword qi, there was still a gap between him and a Sword Saint.

Under such circumstances, the second strongest in the world born from the last Universal Conflict directly challenging Zhao Cheng, a young man, naturally left many people confused.

As for Myth, it did not belong beneath heaven, but above it!

Thus, the moment this topic broke out, it drew countless eyes.

And that was precisely the effect Tsugikuni Mumei wanted!

Heaven and earth had no heart, yet the human heart was Heaven's heart. Though such power was slight, it was still a source of aid.

At a crucial moment, perhaps that tiny bit would be all that was lacking, preventing him from achieving complete success. One could never be too cautious in such matters.

However, before long, everyone's confusion gave way to astonishment and awe.

Not a Myth, yet standing shoulder to shoulder with Myth—what an achievement was that?!

As for Yanhuang, countless forum sites had gone completely mad.

At seventeen, a Sword Master! At eighteen, a Myth!

A crowd of people turned into frenzied repeaters, displaying humanity's true nature to the fullest.

Even Zhao Cheng's feat of breathing out sword qi and defeating the gods with his sword had not been as soul-shaking as this news.

Myth—that was a true existence capable of holding down a nation alone. Those two words themselves represented endless glory.

Yet such glory had appeared on