Volume One, Chapter 201
The group arrived at the seventh level.
Boom!
A tremendous roar rang out. Countless sword lights radiated from the seventh level, and an immense force of the sword blanketed the surroundings. One sword-wielding phantom after another slowly appeared.
There were men and women, old and young, each holding a different sword. Yet every one of them had a sharp gaze and a presence like an unsheathed blade, giving off a powerful sword intent that sent a chill through the crowd.
Every one of these phantoms was a master of the Sword Dao, and each had once left behind a legacy. Defeating them would grant one their inheritance; it was even possible to be accepted as a disciple by a phantom and become their student.
The Sword Dao inheritances on the seventh level were considerably stronger than those on the eighth, and there might even be some relatively rare Sword Dao inheritances. Quite a few of those who had reached the seventh level were interested, carefully examining every phantom around them.
Zhao Fu had originally intended to pick one at random, defeat it, and pass through the seventh level. But a strand of azure sword power within his body began to tremble faintly. Zhao Fu sensed something as well and looked in a certain direction.
There, he saw a tall, thin young man in a long robe, holding an azure sword and emanating the power of the Clear Wind Sword Sect.
He should be a former expert of the Clear Wind Sword Sect. With that thought, Zhao Fu walked up to the man.
Feng Yao had already withdrawn to the edge of the arena, standing with the other members of the Clear Wind Sword Sect. Seeing Zhao Fu approach that tall, thin man, Feng Yao and the