Tens of millions of beings from different Ancient Realm Regions, each among the very best in their own realm—some even tyrants who had ruled through the ages—could not help but sigh in admiration when they saw Sword Old's strike.
Sword Old's strike had brought the mysteries of the sword to their utmost limit. Its profound transformations rested entirely within the heart. Perhaps it was not the strongest sword strike in the world, but it was undoubtedly the most wondrous. The move had exhausted every possible change in the world. Unless one broke it with brute force, no one could imagine how to counter such a return-to-simplicity strike that contained endless follow-up transformations.
With only one move, no matter where one attacked from, this sword strike would produce a corresponding transformation to break it.
"This strike has touched the divine. I am no match for it," Ximen Swordsman sighed the instant Sword Old attacked.
Everyone stared at Lin Shen, waiting to see how he would break this sword strike, which seemed to have exhausted all transformations and returned to simplicity.
Breaking it with brute force would be tantamount to admitting defeat. Breaking it with speed would likewise mean defeat. No matter how one looked at it, Lin Shen seemed to have no chance of winning.
Under the gaze of the masses, Lin Shen raised his arm and thrust out the reed pole in his hand. It was an utterly ordinary stab, like that of an elementary school student who had just begun learning the sword—crooked and clumsy, neither fast nor powerful, much less astonishing in any way.
Yet at the instant that strike shot forth, Sword Old's expression changed. Ximen Swordsman's expression changed. Fuleila's expression changed as well. Nearly everyone watching changed color.
None of those who could come here were