Feng Nanyan stood there with his hands behind his back, like a cool breeze in the mountains or a drifting cloud, gentle and serene, giving others a sense of flawless tranquility.
Yet in that instant, his entire bearing changed. He became incomparably sharp, fierce, and soul-seizing, truly revealing the magnificence of one of the greatest swordsmen of the age.
Before he even drew his sword, terrifying lightning burst from his eyes, seemingly bleaching the world before him a ghastly white.
Brilliant arcs of light exploded, rising around Feng Nanyan like a divine sword piercing the heavens, thrusting straight toward the heart of the sky.
Boom! Crack!
A thunderous roar suddenly shook the four corners of heaven and earth, like a divine being wielding a mighty hammer to beat the thunder drum and cleave creation into being.
The clear sky, blessed moments before with a gentle breeze, darkened in an instant. Clouds grew dense and piled atop one another, turning ink-black in the blink of an eye as strands of radiance blossomed.
That was neither lightning nor daylight, but sword light.
Sword light that blotted out heaven and earth!
In a single instant, the entire world before Hong Yuan seemed to become an ocean of sword radiance.
Feng Nanyan still stood motionless, yet the bluestone beneath him, the courtyard in the bamboo grove, and even the entire Flower Creek Mountain Gate vanished, dissolving into thousands upon thousands of countless swords.
Hong Yuan raised his eyes. Beams of sword light shot toward him, as though hundreds upon thousands of supreme swordsmen were unleashing their sword forms at once-some fierce and intimidating, some light and graceful, some simple and weighty, others intricate and unfathomable...
"This is the Heart Sword!"
Feng Nanyan's voice remained as gentle as ever, like a murmuring stream flowing into