He had once cultivated a single sword technique for a full ten thousand years—ten thousand uninterrupted years—and that was what forged his current status!
He had claimed the position of young master of the Ling Family through that one sword technique.
Back then, he had had no choice. After he succeeded in cultivation, the master who had taught him the sword technique told him that some people cultivated a single sword technique day after day for hundreds of thousands of years.
He had asked, "Master, if someone cultivates one sword technique for hundreds of thousands of years, just how terrifying would that sword technique become?"
His master had said, "When you meet such a person, you will understand. If one cultivates a single sword technique day after day for hundreds of thousands of years, even a mortal can slay a god!"
Mortals were what those below the Divine Realm were called.
Below the Divine Realm, all were ants. This was common knowledge. A mortal slaying a god already said everything!
"This sword can heavily injure—even kill—a True God Realm expert!" Ling Ye roared inwardly.
Gu Yiyang's expression turned exceptionally grave. He was no fool; he, too, sensed the terror of this sword.
But he knew even more clearly that if he did not kill Qin Luo, there would be no way for him to survive today.
"Go for broke!"
"Ancient God Bloodline, burn for me!"
"Ancestor of the Gu Family, your descendant Gu Yiyang begs you to descend and aid me in sweeping away all enemies!"
Gu Yiyang's expression twisted savagely as he let out a hoarse roar. The power of his blood and qi began burning madly, and a blood-red beam shot into the clouds, stirring a terrifying aura within the Ancient God Battlefield into awakening.
Boom!
This was