A streak of purple light cut across five flying swords, and a crisp clang rang out.
Hairline cracks appeared on the blades of three Third Tier Middle Grade flying swords, while the Spiritual Resonance of the other two Third Tier High Grade flying swords dimmed considerably.
The purple light, having cleaved through the Taotie black hole and the five flying swords, lost none of its momentum. In an instant, under the watchful eyes of all the Golden Core prodigies, a Sword Ruins enveloped Ye Changming. Ten thousand Azure Edges surged out of the Sword Ruins and came to rest before Ye Changming's neck, their forms coalescing into the Purple Spirit Abyssless Sword.
Pfft!
Ye Changming spat out a mouthful of blood. His originally surging Sword Momentum instantly withered, and his Sword-Devouring Casket Dao Foundation dissipated.
The purple-black color faded from his eyes, replaced by dejection and bewilderment.
He had lost. He had been utterly defeated by a single sword...
He had no memories of his childhood. From the day he first held a wooden sword to now, after more than a hundred years of sword training, he had no idea how many life-and-death trials he had endured.
After learning that he had forged the Sword-Devouring Casket Dao Foundation, countless Sword Cultivators had wanted him dead.
He had survived, and with those Sword Cultivators' help, his understanding of the Sword Dao had grown ever deeper. A few years ago, he had even stepped into the Second Realm of the Sword Dao in a single bound-a realm many Nascent Soul Sword Cultivators still could not comprehend.
When he had nearly gone mad from practicing the sword, the Grand Elder of Supreme City had found him and brought him to Supreme City to recuperate for more than ten years.
He had originally planned