Acclaimed by All, Named Earth...

"That was a pity. If you had gathered the people's hopes earlier and led them openly across the land, sweeping through mountains and rivers before storming into this capital with the speed valued in war, you might have had a rightful claim and perhaps some hope."

"But as things stand, though you have some popular support, you have no talent for commanding troops. You occupy no more than two or three prefectures, and now you have come here alone. You are far too lacking."

As everyone tried one after another, these otherworldly visitors were almost all anxious and conflicted, their thoughts in turmoil. Some were solemn, while others were high-spirited and eager to try their hand at "drawing the sword." It rather carried the implication that "whoever can draw this sword shall be King of England"!

Yet the ancient Xuan-Yuan Sword hovering in the air showed no mercy at all. One person after another stepped forward, but not a single one could even lay a hand upon it. All that remained were bloodstains across the ground and injuries on every arm and hand.

Even Little Chen, standing nearby, only managed to get three inches closer with both hands extended. Golden sword-light still surged forth and blasted him away on the spot!

The white-haired man beside them merely gave a faint sigh.

"There is Li Shimin in the south. Perhaps he could give it a try, but unfortunately, he did not come. Besides, that fellow was really just a figurehead pushed forward by others. Frankly, compared to you, kid, he is at most evenly matched, perhaps even somewhat inferior."

"Senior, you make it sound so easy. Why not try drawing the sword yourself and see?"

Among all those present, only the white-haired man and White Cloud Old Zen Master, the two