Chu Kuangren stood where he was, looking at Linghu Teng and Murong Yu lying on the ground, disappointment showing in his eyes.
"Weak. Far too weak."
"Like this, you can't get me fired up at all."
The other sword cultivators around them swallowed, shocked to see him subdue Linghu Teng and Murong Yu with such effortless movements.
"Chu Kuangren's combat strength is terrifying."
"Yes, he's practically inhuman!"
Linghu Teng, whose head had been smashed bloody, slowly raised his head and stared at the white-robed figure not far away, intense unwillingness in his eyes.
"How could he be this powerful?"
"Damn it!"
Nearby, Murong Yu, who had been sent flying by a slap, soared into the air with bloodshot eyes. Streaks of light flowed over his body before condensing into an ancient, mysterious rune that radiated dense Daoist rhyme.
The sight of this rune stirred a little interest in Chu Kuangren.
"A Quasi-Saint-grade Sword Talisman. Interesting."
Runes were formed by observing the patterns of the Dao that existed everywhere between heaven and earth, then distilling and simplifying them into something that gathered the power of heaven and earth.
There were countless runes in the world, each with its own mysteries.
Sword Talismans were runes pertaining to the Sword Dao that strengthened sword cultivators. The higher a Sword Talisman's grade, the greater the power it bestowed.
In this world, even Supreme Being-grade runes were exceedingly rare, let alone a Quasi-Saint-grade Sword Talisman.
Empowered by the Quasi-Saint-grade Sword Talisman, Murong Yu's Sword Qi grew tremendously stronger and erupted with unparalleled Daoist rhyme.
"Chu Kuangren, face this strike!"
Murong Yu's roar thundered as he slashed with his Saint Sword. Countless streams of Sword Qi burst forth and swept out, intertwining into a terrifying python that could swallow heaven and devour earth. With a shrill,