"This sword is called Everlasting Regret. It has followed me for thirteen thousand years."
Sui Xin slowly drew the Long Sword from his back. Its blade was utterly black, save for a single point of crimson at the tip, like a tearstain.
"Let it drink your blood today. At least then it will not be disgraced."
Cangwu stood in the Void, the sword-feathers all over his body trembling faintly with the clear ring of clashing gold and iron.
He cocked his bird head, his vertical pupils coolly appraising Sui Xin. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse and mocking.
"The sword is common iron, the man mere mortal flesh. You think you deserve to speak of swords before me?"
His words brimmed with contempt, as though he had never held Sui Xin in any regard from the very bottom of his heart.
The moment he finished speaking, Sui Xin struck.
It was neither teleportation nor an escape technique.
His figure shattered where he stood into a spray of sword-light. Myriad strands of Sword Qi converged into a single line; man followed sword, and that black streak pierced through the sky, stabbing straight for Cangwu's brow.
So fast it dazzled the eye, so precise it chilled the soul.
"Heh..."
Yet Cangwu merely raised his left wing.
Three sword-feathers fell from the wing, spinning as they met that black streak head-on.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The three clear chimes nearly merged into one as Sui Xin's sword was forcibly blocked.
The sword tip remained three inches from Cangwu's brow, unable to advance even a fraction further.
Those three sword-feathers were like three iron walls, stopping his all-out strike dead in its tracks.
Sui Xin's pupils contracted slightly.
This sword strike was called Severing Thoughts. It contained the destructive force of the Sword Dao