Making a Name

The blond, burly man watched helplessly as his subordinate was sealed at the throat by a single sword strike, his eyes splitting with rage.

"Bastard!"

He roared, his Subtle Intent surging.

The other Subtle Intent expert went mad as well, his twin blades whirling like the wind as he attacked with all his might.

But Lu Zhen's sword was too fast!

A skyful of sword shadows locked the two of them firmly within its grasp.

They had never felt such humiliation before!

They came from high-tier worlds that had risen above the elimination line. They cultivated top-grade ninth-rank techniques and had both comprehended Subtle Intent.

Why were they being beaten down by a native of a lower world using a low-grade ninth-rank Sword-Controlling Art?

Void Realm, Azure Wind Domain's official main broadcast illusion realm.

The two official commentators stared at the light screen, their faces filled with shock. For a long while, neither could speak.

"This..." The bearded commentator sucked in a breath. "How is this possible?"

"A low-grade ninth-rank Sword-Controlling Art is suppressing two top-grade ninth-rank techniques enhanced by Subtle Intent?"

The commentator on the right swallowed as well, his eyes trembling.

In the martial path of the Great Wilderness, the hierarchy of cultivation techniques was strict.

A top-grade ninth-rank technique against a low-grade ninth-rank technique should have been an overwhelming, crushing advantage.

"It isn't the technique."

The commentator on the right stared fixedly at Lu Zhen's composed figure on the screen and said gravely, "It's the man!"

"This young man from Nine Provinces has a foundation that is far too terrifying."

"His vitality and blood, the foundation of his Inner Landscape—they far surpass those of others at the same level. They are even vastly greater than those two body cultivators from the Mad Lion Realm!"

The bearded