"Peak Lord Zhao's sword is so beautiful..."
Below the platform, Xu Ziyan gazed at the sword in Zhao Qian's hand, her eyes filled with wonder.
The hilt of the sword in Zhao Qian's hand was wrapped in multicolored scales. Not only was its blade clear and bright as autumn waters, but wisps of misty radiance also curled around it.
"Master's sword is called the Immortal Carp, an immortal weapon that has developed a sword spirit. But on the Seven Peaks, no one besides Eldest Senior Sister and me has ever seen it."
Dugu Qingxiao's face was full of emotion.
"If the Immortal Carp can come out, it looks like Master really has untied the knot in his heart."
At that, Jiang Zhi nodded as though a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
"Zhao Qian, Peak Lord of the Seven Peaks, challenges Zhou Tong, Sect Master of Qingxuan, to a sword inquiry. If both sides are ready, the match will begin immediately."
Just then, Elder Black Dragon's voice rang out.
Everyone's gaze turned to the Stored Swords Grounds.
"Master, just how good is Peak Lord Zhao Qian's swordsmanship?"
Chen Hao asked Sword Saint Amon with some curiosity.
Although Zhao Qian's Aura Fluctuation seemed to indicate the Spirit Refining Realm, and his Geng Metal Sword Bone exerted an innate deterrent force on sword cultivators, a sword cultivator ultimately had to let his swordsmanship speak.
"Few people have ever seen Zhao Qian draw his sword. But in the Dongji Kingdom of Zhenwu's mortal world, he enjoys a reputation as a sword immortal. They say he slew a demon lord-level demonic flood dragon that was menacing the Dongji Kingdom with nothing but an ordinary iron sword. He was only in the Gate Opening Realm then."
A Meng answered.
Across from them, Liu Chuxuan