If I become a saint, a celestial official will summon me to raise horses.

Chapter 124: The Number One Under Heaven!

Outside the city gate, the Heavenly Sword Daoist stood motionless on a giant white sword. The autumn wind blew his robes, white hair, and white beard, making him look otherworldly and as if he might ascend to immortality at any moment.

Every rooftop in the city was filled with disciples, not only from the Tai Xuan Sect, but also from other sects and families, all eager to see who was the number one swordsman in the world!
Rolling dark clouds surged in from the horizon, quickly covering the entire city, making the atmosphere even more tense. No one dared to speak loudly, and could only whisper among themselves.

Wu Jue stood on the roof, facing the wind.

The wind was getting stronger, forcing him to use his internal energy to avoid his hair obscuring his eyes.

"Such a powerful aura, truly a celestial being."

Why hasn't the Sword Master Fudao shown himself yet?

"We can't avoid this battle; the Prince of Tianwei has dared to bully us so openly!"

"Don't worry, the Sword Master will definitely come. Even the Sword Madman of the Great Yu Dynasty who challenged him before had to wait a while."

"What's the rush? A good show takes time to build up!"

Listening to the discussions around him, Wu Jue's eyes were full of longing, wondering when he would be able to have such prestige.

In the future, he will also have such a highly anticipated decisive battle with the world's top experts!
He hoped his opponent would be the Sword Master Fudao.

Rumbling--

The dark clouds suddenly changed, thunder roared, and a mighty divine power descended, enveloping the outer city gates.

"They've arrived," Ancestor Xuanquan said softly, drawing the attention of everyone around him. An Hao became even more excited, clenching his fists tightly.

The Heavenly Sword Daoist, standing atop the giant white sword, also opened his eyes, gazing up at the boundless thunderclouds.

Thunderclouds covered the entire sky, and the bolts of lightning surged like azure dragons, making countless cultivators feel oppressed, as if a terrible natural disaster was about to descend.

Thunder rumbled incessantly, and strong winds raged across the land.

The Heavenly Sword Daoist stood on the hilt of the sword, his white robes billowing violently like a raging white flame.

"Sword Master Fudao, why don't you show yourself? Is this how the Tai Xuan Sect treats its guests?" The voice of the Heavenly Sword Daoist rang out, his tone indifferent.

Han Ming on the Heaven-Mending Platform sneered, "I didn't even get to see the Sword Master Fudao back then, and you still want to?"
Just wait to be defeated!
Shen Zhen had already drawn the figure of the Heavenly Sword Daoist. She took out another piece of paper and continued to wield her brush. First, she drew the thunderclouds in the sky, creating a somber scene.

"Use your strongest swordsmanship to greet your demise."

A deep and hoarse voice rang out, which greatly excited Li Ya and An Hao.

It's the voice of the progenitor!

It's Master's voice!

All the cultivators in the city held their breath, as they were all shocked by the domineering aura of the Sword Venerable Fudao, as it was the first time they had heard his voice.

Absolute confidence, absolute dominance—that's the Sword Master Fudao of the Taixuan Sect!
The Heavenly Sword Daoist's eyes narrowed, and a powerful sword intent erupted from his body, sweeping across the sky above the outer city and forming a vast sea of ​​swords. The sword light was dazzling, and countless star-like sword beams floated within it, illuminating everyone's faces.

At first glance, it looked as if a silver river stretched across the sky above the outer city gate, which shocked everyone.

What kind of sword intent is this?
Is this a state that can be achieved through cultivation?
Within the galaxy formed by sword intent, sword shadows began to condense, all with their tips pointing upwards, revealing their sharpness.

at the same time.

The thunderclouds in the sky began to churn faster, and the clouds quickly formed a giant face with only facial features visible, obscuring its true appearance. It looked as if a deity had appeared, looking down over the entire outer city.

Before this giant face, everyone seemed insignificant, including the Heavenly Sword Daoist's sword intent, the Milky Way.

Everyone's heart raced as they gazed at the colossal face that occupied most of the sky, a sense of awe rising within them.

Tianjian Daoist frowned, raised his right hand, put two fingers to his lips, and began to circulate his energy. Sword intent condensed into white flames around his body, and a strong wind surrounded him. His aura reached its peak, which alarmed the outer city's protective array, forming a huge light shield to protect the entire city. He hovered above the city gate, right at the edge of the light shield.

The earth trembled, and the mountains shook.

The distant Xuan Valley was startled, and all the servant disciples turned to look.

Chu Jingfeng quickly arrived at the mountaintop. He looked up and saw thunderclouds rolling across the sky, as if a catastrophe was about to befall them.

Not only Xuan Valley, but even Tianya Valley, thousands of miles away, was alarmed.

Yi Liuyun sat cross-legged on the mountaintop, squinting at the distance. His hands, hidden in his sleeves, were clenched tightly. At this moment, he, who pursued the way of the sword, felt his own insignificance.

On the Heaven-Mending Platform, Prince Si Zhe of Tianwei also became nervous. Although the Sword Master Fudao had not appeared, the giant face in the sky was so terrifying that even he dared not imagine what kind of power could break through the pressure of this giant face.

"Heavenly Sword, come out!"

Suddenly, the voice of the Heavenly Sword Daoist rang out in the silent and oppressive world, like the first ray of light piercing through chaos, making everyone's spirits tremble.

Suddenly, the Heavenly Sword Daoist's right hand pierced the sky, and millions of sword shadows suspended above the Milky Way of Sword Intent rose up together, converging in the air in a vast and magnificent spectacle.

Just then, the giant face in the sky suddenly opened its third eye on its forehead, and a sword light shot out from that third eye, as if the light of the heavenly way descended with supreme heavenly might!
boom!
Two terrifying sword intents collided in the air, causing the heavens and earth to tremble. Countless cultivators' senses were shaken, their vision blurred and shaky, various noises flooded their ears, and their divine senses felt scorching, causing them to subconsciously withdraw into their bodies.

“Xuanxin…”

Lu Baitian looked up at this unprecedented battle and murmured to himself.

His face was illuminated by two strong lights, divided into two layers: the lower light was silvery-white, while the upper light was slightly dimmer, but the dim light above was constantly swallowing the silvery-white light below.

Tianjian Daoist's expression changed drastically; the opponent's sword intent far exceeded his expectations.

"Impossible... Could he not be at the Profound Heart Realm?"

The Heavenly Sword Daoist thought to himself in disbelief.

Just then, the sword light emitted from the giant face's third eye suddenly intensified, shattering his sword intent and swooping down at a speed far exceeding that of lightning, striking him. His white hair and white robe billowed out, his eyes widened, and his body hardened.

A figure could be vaguely seen in his eyes, looking down at him from above, like a celestial being looking down at an ant on the ground.

In the eyes of all the spectators, the sword intent of the Heavenly Sword Daoist only lasted for two breaths before being instantly shattered.

The vast galaxy of sword light was shattered, forming countless silver fragments that floated inside and outside the city. Such a scene was truly breathtaking, moving everyone regardless of their cultivation level.

Ancestor Xuanquan's eyes widened, his heart also filled with shock and turmoil.

He has the highest level of understanding and sees things most clearly.

The gap between the Sword Master Fudao and the Sword Master Tianjian was enormous; the Sword Master Tianjian was no match for the Sword Master Fudao.

He was even certain that the Sword Master Fudao deliberately held back when he first made his move, otherwise he could have killed the Heavenly Sword Daoist in one fell swoop!

The Heavenly Sword Daoist first displayed his powerful sword intent, which highlighted just how terrifying the Sword Venerable Fudao's sword was.

At least Ancestor Xuanquan was frightened; even he couldn't imagine just how strong the Sword Venerable Fudao was.

Si Zhe stared at the Heavenly Sword Daoist's body, his pupils dilating, his face filled with disbelief.

Before the Sword Master Fudao made his move, the Heavenly Sword Daoist was considered the best in the world.

But this number one in the world was defeated without any chance to fight back...

Han Ming, the Sword Madman of the Great Yu Dynasty, fell into a daze.

The power displayed by the Sword Master Fudao made him feel ashamed and inferior, realizing that he had overestimated himself back then.

An Hao smiled, trying his best to suppress the urge to cheer.

Li Ya stood on the eaves, dumbfounded.

Shen Zhen quickly regained his senses, picked up his brush and drew a picture of the Heavenly Sword Daoist's miserable defeat.

A strong wind blew past, and the Heavenly Sword Daoist fell backward. His profound heart had been shattered, and his primordial spirit was constantly being destroyed. He was powerless to reverse the situation and could not even speak.

A satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"The world's number one... sword... I have witnessed it..."

The Heavenly Sword Daoist's eyelids grew heavier and heavier. His gaze remained fixed on the giant face in the sky, and even with his eyes closed, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.

Plop!
The body of the Heavenly Sword Daoist fell in front of the South Gate, raising a cloud of dust.

The oppressive force that had enveloped the entire world dissipated, and the giant face formed by thunderclouds in the sky vanished as well.

boom!
The whole city was shaken, and a huge uproar erupted, like a thunderclap from a clear sky!
Everyone got excited, and cheers, shouts, and exclamations merged together, creating a deafening roar.

"My God! It was over in one move?"

"Hahaha, I told you long ago, the Sword Master Fudao could never be defeated!"

"The difference is just too big..."

"In fact, the Heavenly Sword Daoist is indeed very strong. Before the Sword Venerable Fudao made his move, I really thought he was the number one in the world..."

"Yes, that vast sword intent made my sword want to be drawn..."

Wu Jue listened to the sounds from all directions and was equally excited, but unfortunately, Gu An was not there, so he could not express his emotions alone.

Just then, he saw Gu An leap up from the street and rush towards him. Upon seeing this, an excited smile immediately appeared on his face.

"My God, did you just see that? It's incredible!"

Gu An approached the martial arts manual and said excitedly.

Wu Jue exclaimed excitedly, "I saw it! I saw it!"

He pulled Gu An along, and began to marvel, just as excited as everyone else in the city.

On the Terrace of Patching the Sky.

Lu Baitian looked at Gu Zong and instructed, "Increase the publicity for the Golden Ranking Competition. The top-ranked contestant will receive a divine scroll of divine power from the Tai Xuan Sect!"

Gu Zong nodded, unable to suppress the smile on his face.

Lu Baitian looked at another elder and said, "The plan for the World's Number One Sword Tournament has begun. First, we will spread the word that the top ten in the world can admire the sword intent of the Sword Venerable Fudao and receive his sword inheritance."

The elder nodded, but then suddenly remembered something and hesitated to speak.

There were too many people around, so there were some things I couldn't ask them face-to-face!

The entire outer city was even more bustling than during the Spring Festival, or rather, the city had never been so bustling before.

Ancestor Xuanquan looked around, stroked his beard, and sighed, "The Tai Xuan Sect is destined to prosper."

An Hao closed his eyes, carefully savoring the sword strike from the Sword Master Fudao.

In some mysterious way, he seemed to have grasped something, which made him completely absorbed in it.

Ancestor Xuanquan seemed to sense something and suddenly turned to look at An Hao. The others did the same. When they saw An Hao's condition, they were all moved.

This kid...

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