"Who are you? How dare you block my path?" the Sword Saint demanded.
Zhang Sanfeng smiled. "I am Zhang Sanfeng, a humble Taoist. I stopped you only to offer you some guidance. May I ask if you are the Sword Saint Dugu?"
"Indeed, I am the Sword Saint Dugu. Are you a swordsman too?" the Sword Saint Dugu asked.
"Hahaha! This old Taoist knows a thing or two about swordsmanship," Zhang Sanfeng said.
"Enough nonsense. I have no time to chat. If you want to guide me, show me your strength. Let me see whether you have the right," the Sword Saint said.
Zhang Sanfeng smiled. "Very well. Watch closely, Sword Saint."
With that, Zhang Sanfeng thrust out a finger. Countless streaks of sword light shot toward a nearby boulder, blasting it to powder in an instant.
He was not finished yet. Zhang Sanfeng swept his sword fingers over the ground, and the spectral images of nine precious swords slowly appeared. Under his control, the nine swords merged into one peerless precious sword. With a flick of his hand, it tore through the air and pierced the sky in the blink of an eye.
The Sword Saint stared in shock. "I misjudged you. May I ask what realm you have reached, senior?"
Zhang Sanfeng smiled. "I am hardly worthy of praise. I only broke through to the martial Dao primordial spirit realm recently. My sword cultivation has reached the Heavenly Sword realm."
"What? Impossible! How could there be two people who have attained Heavenly Sword in this world?" the Sword Saint exclaimed.
"Oh? You have met Wuming?" Zhang Sanfeng asked.
"Yes. Do you know Wuming, senior?" the Sword Saint asked.
"Hahaha! Indeed. I met him twenty years ago. After twenty years apart, I imagine he has also broken through to