Time turned back a moment.
"Hall Master Lu."
He gazed at the enormous Golden Sword Shadow soaring into the heavens from the Golden Scale Platform.
He felt the sword's force, steeped in the sorrow and murderous solemnity of an ancient, savage battlefield.
He watched the mass of Heavenly Light Sword Shadows formed by the Third Prince's Heavenly Shadow Sword Art torn apart by a single slash.
A rare trace of reverence appeared in Zhang Tianze's eyes. Turning to Lu Rushuang beside him, he asked in earnest, "Who in your Azure Profound Sect created this sword art?"
Having seen Xu Taiping shatter the Heavenly Light Sword Shadows with one slash, Lu Rushuang finally breathed a complete sigh of relief.
Hearing this foremost Martial God of Youyun acknowledge her senior brother's swordsmanship, she immediately smiled with shared pride and said:
"My senior brother, Lü Daoxuan."
At that name, Zhang Tianze's expression changed, and he asked in some puzzlement:
"Do you mean Sword Nine, Ninth Uncle of True Martial Heaven, who single-handedly slaughtered so many from the Nine Nether Demon Sect that they couldn't lift their heads?"
Zhang Tianze knew little about True Martial Heaven.
But as someone who dealt with demonic beasts year-round, he had heard the names Sword Nine and Ninth Uncle.
"Indeed."
Lu Rushuang nodded emphatically.
"Forgive my lack of respect."
Zhang Tianze bowed respectfully to Lu Rushuang, his hands clasped.
Perhaps because they understood what he had endured, no one in Western Liang who had heard of Ninth Uncle's deeds failed to respect him.
Boom!
At that very moment, the Third Prince's Heavenly Light Sword Shadows shattered completely.
Sword Qi passed straight through his body, and a cloud of blood burst from him with a bang as his aura rapidly dissipated.
Taking that slash head-on, even if he survived,