Gazing at the hint of dawn spreading across the sky, Su Bei stepped out of his room.
Perhaps because of what he had seen in his dream, Su Bei felt a river-like rush of Spiritual Energy within him, flowing out from the Qi Sea of his Dantian, coursing through every bone and sinew, seemingly providing him with an endless supply of strength! It felt even stronger than it had just a few days ago.
Upon arriving at the rendezvous point, all the Sword Sect Disciples wore somber expressions, enveloped by an atmosphere of solemnity. At Wenren Pingxin's command to set off, they all flew toward Azure Cloud Mountain.
Azure Cloud Mountain was still teeming with people. If the most spectacular event in the eyes of the world was the struggle for elemental Dao, then what they most anticipated was perhaps this very contest between blade and sword.
Sword and blade, the two most common weapons in the world—did this struggle also prove which one was truly the foremost among weapons?
