The moment those words were spoken, the pitch-black Dragon Shadow suddenly descended from the Apex of the Firmament.
Sensing that dense dragon aura, the old Sword Cultivator raised his brows slightly, suspicion stirring in his heart.
Yet it did not slow the speed of his sword.
Back on Meishan, Azure Bamboo Venerable had once appraised this man's art of concealing swords, calling it: "Edge restrained, Dao hidden; sword heart ablaze."
Now, the sword that had concealed its edge was fully drawn. Its sweeping sword intent and unstoppable momentum had reached their absolute peak.
When this old Sword Cultivator had been slain by a single sword strike years ago, Ling Shuang's cultivation had still been shallow. She had only recently inherited Taicang.
Thus, he had no idea what explorations Ling Shuang had made in the Sword Dao over these years, much less how far this Sword Immortal Taicang had cultivated the Myriad Forms Return as One Sword Art.
"What a fine 'sword heart concealing dullness, sword intent hiding clumsiness.' Uncle-Master, your attainments in the path of concealed swords would remain unsurpassed even on the Meishan of today."
Standing amid a storm composed of countless strands of sword intent, Ling Shuang raised her head and held her sword aloft. "However, the sword in my hand is one that no one in all of Meishan's past, nor throughout Azure Waves' ancient and modern ages, has ever been able to wield!"
As her words fell, a dragon's roar shot into the heavens. The Taicang Sword in her hand was veiled in a faint glow like a curtain of night, while black dragon patterns were inscribed across its blade.
"Hmph. Heretical tricks and gaudy artifices."
The old Sword Cultivator snorted coldly. His concealed-edge sword had already closed to within less than a zhang of Ling