Chen Zhuo's Swordsmanship Had the Spirit of the Ancients!

It's starting already?

Chen Zhuo froze, then instinctively gripped the Peachwood Sword.

But the moment he did, a fierce, murderous force surged through the hilt and straight toward the crown of his head!

"Hm?!"

Chen Zhuo's spirits jolted. He tightened his grip on the Peachwood Sword and raised it to meet his opponent. "Teacher Xiao, I'm coming at you!"

Seeing Chen Zhuo settle into a stance the instant he took hold of the wooden sword, Teacher Xiao's interest flared. "Hm?"

That fast?

A clear Sword Heart and powerful Divine Sense?

Teacher Xiao had to admit he was interested.

He had brought this wooden sword back from the Star Realm War. It came from another world.

Though the sword had never killed anyone, the blood-soaked force within it was perfect for tempering a sword cultivator's Sword Heart. After he was wounded in the Star Realm War and retired to teach at this Junior College, he had kept it by his side.

Many people had tried holding it before.

But the moment they gripped it, the Killing Intent within turned their faces deathly pale. Some could not even lift it, and needed a long while to recover.

Chen Zhuo, however, had come to his senses in an instant.

That showed how resilient his Dao Heart was!

Not bad.

Perhaps this kid really does have some talent for the sword?

Teacher Xiao thought this as he looked at Chen Zhuo, only to be startled again.

After taking hold of the sword, Chen Zhuo did not attack at once. Instead, he half-closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. Only then did his feet shift. His body stood firm as a pine, his right arm slowly rose, and the wooden sword angled upward into an opening stance!

"Huh?"

Teacher Xiao was astonished.

It was