The atmosphere instantly bristled with drawn swords.
Everyone stared fixedly at Yu Huatian and Dugu Jian, their hearts filled with tension and anticipation, wishing the two would start fighting immediately.
After all, one of them was the Sword Saint who had held Great Han's Jianghu in awe for years; even Xiongba, who had once nearly united the Jianghu, had almost died at his hands.
The other was a rising star of the Divine Land's Wulin, the uncrowned king of the Great Ming Dynasty, whose fame had soared throughout the Divine Land in recent years.
One represented the older generation of Wulin, while the other was the strongest of its rising talents.
They, too, wanted to know which of these two would prove stronger in a fight.
Quite a few people quietly backed away, clearing the space in the center.
Now nothing stood between Yu Huatian and Dugu Jian, and both stared coldly at each other.
"Anyone who competes with you for the Sacred Spirit Sword Technique becomes your enemy? Are you sure?" Yu Huatian asked coldly.
"Indeed!"
Dugu Jian's voice was aged, but his tone remained utterly domineering. He paid no regard whatsoever to this rising star of the Divine Land's Wulin before him, saying coldly, "I will obtain the Sacred Spirit Sword Technique's Sword Intent inheritance. If you refuse to accept it, go ahead and try!"
"Very good!"
Yu Huatian suddenly smiled, but his gaze remained cold and indifferent.
Shing!
A clear sword cry rang out across the surroundings, and an unusual, entirely purple sword landed in Yu Huatian's hand.
Boom-
At that instant, a terrifying surge of sword momentum erupted from Yu Huatian, boundless and vast as an abyssal sea.
The moment this sword momentum emerged, it proved no weaker than that of the white-haired old Sword Saint-indeed,