Jiang Ding coughed blood and retreated. Even the Blood River he relied on for immortality had been evaporated, rapidly shrinking.
"This is!"
"The fourth realm of swordsmanship...!"
Jiang Ding looked up at the one-horned demon god phantom behind the Azure Sky Imperial Son, who was charging toward him in a frenzy, and at that heavenly blade brimming with madness and blazing heat.
All realms of cold-weapon martial arts in the world could be encompassed within swordsmanship!
No matter what names they bore—the saber mountain realm, saber flow realm, or all manner of titles born from the customs, cultures, and civilizational development of different races, complex beyond measure.
At their core, however, they were realms of swordsmanship!
Because swordsmanship had advanced too deeply within immortal Dao civilization.
No matter how bizarre or uncanny a saber art was, one could find its shadow in swordsmanship. The most scientific and accurate way of categorizing it was to call its realm by the corresponding swordsmanship realm.
Now, something shocking had happened.
A member of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, a race as barbaric as the wilderness—yes, human sword cultivators had always been this arrogant.
They believed their race's sword arts were unrivaled beneath heaven. No matter how strong other races were, no matter how glorious their civilizations, in the Dao of the sword they had to be barbaric races, like uncivilized savages. Their racial discrimination was obvious and utterly undisguised.
And yet, now—
A Spirit Transformation-stage powerhouse of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan had actually comprehended the fourth realm of swordsmanship, the Indestructible Realm!
It was simply a fantastical absurdity.
Could you even use a sword properly?
Those scale-covered hands of your Horned Demon Imperial Clan were incomparably rough, utterly unsuited to wielding swords. And your limbs were overdeveloped, your minds simple—half your brains