Upon entering the bamboo hut, the old man sat down in a chair and gestured. "Sit." Huo Hai sat opposite him, but the doubts in his heart only grew greater.
"Sword Qi—this is Sword Qi." The moment he sat down, Huo Hai sensed that something was wrong. The chair beneath him actually contained dense Sword Qi. It had been held in check and not released, which was why he had not noticed it before. Looking around now, he found that every blade of grass, every tree, everything nearby seemed to contain a trace of Sword Qi.
He had actually failed to notice it earlier. Huo Hai knew that he had likely encountered a true master of the sword. Otherwise, how could Sword Qi possibly hide from his eyes? He had always believed that few people could surpass him in swordsmanship.
Only now did Huo Hai realize that he had been like a frog at the bottom of a well, gazing at the sky. This was a true master of the sword. Before a genuine sword expert, his little bit of swordsmanship was hardly worth looking at. His Sword Qi attacks were merely powerful, that was all.
"May I ask your honored name, Senior?" Huo Hai's manner unconsciously became more respectful.
The old man waved his hand. "No great name. I forgot my name long ago. But these days, people have given me the nickname Sword God." Huo Hai's eyes widened. Such nicknames were not given lightly. Only those with considerable cultivation and exceptional specialties within the Divine Grade could bear such a title.
Take Huo Hai himself. Although he had entered the Divine Grade, he was absolutely not qualified to call himself the Insect God. To earn such a title, he would at least need to reach the Seventh Heaven