But he was undoubtedly the sharpest, most lethal blade in Jing Country.
"The Sixteen Stances of Jing Country, the Stone Buddha, the clash of grand forces between Buddha Country and Jing Country—who will claim the top prize? Let this blade decide."
Zhou Xuan let his right arm hang slack, the blade's tip dragging along the ground, as he walked towards the Stone Buddha.
As the Sixteen Stances dragged along, there was no mournful sound, no clash of metal or stone; the blade's tip left no mark even on the soft, muddy earth.
This echoed the adage of master swordsmen: "It's easy to reveal a blade's edge, but to conceal it—now that's true mastery."
The Stone Buddha held no weapon, his fear palpable. He even lost the courage to face Zhou Xuan directly.
"Switch masks, quickly switch masks!"
The Wuxiang Prison gave a frantic warning to Daluo Tian.
