Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 424 The Unparalleled Sword of Heaven (Seeking monthly votes!)
"I am Ren Shaoyang."

"I admire Yingxiong."

"I've admired you for a long time."

"Long admire!"

An old man and a young man, both dressed in white, stood on the blood-red river, bowing to each other.

Why bow?

A salute for the sword!

The two men exchanged a glance and immediately recognized each other as excellent opponents.

Looking at the old man before him, Ren Shaoyang felt a mix of admiration and long-lost excitement. The world was thriving in swordsmanship, with countless peerless swordsmen emerging, a truly magnificent sight.

There are the legendary sword saints Huangfu Jian, Yagyu Muki from Japan, Jianwu of the Sword Sect, and Jianyue.

Recently, the three sword masters, Dugu Laojiansheng, Wuming, and Mu Yingxiong, have unleashed their brilliance and subdued an entire era.

In the future, there will also be the "Strongest Sword Saint" Long'er, who is practically invincible when she unleashes Sword Twenty-Three.

Therefore, in Ren Shaoyang's heart, there are only three people he can truly regard as his swordsmanship opponents: Wuming, Mu Yingxiong, and Long'er!

Currently, the timeline has only reached around chapter 70 of the first part.

Before the God of No Gods fully invaded the Central Plains, many mysterious masters had not yet appeared, and the Sword Saint Long'er was still just an infant.

Logically speaking, Mu Yingxiong should still be in seclusion, and his disciple, the Holy King, should still be planning something big, preparing to acquire the three martial arts techniques: Heavenly Frost Fist, Cloud Dispelling Palm, and Wind God Leg.

The key question is, if Mu Yingxiong isn't dueling with Wuming, how did he get into the Sword Realm?

Mu Yingxiong looked down at the river, a hint of warmth appearing on his cold, hard face. He said softly, "This river is really interesting. I can even see what I looked like back then."

Suddenly, he paused slightly, "There are still people from back then."

In Mu Yingxiong's eyes, images of himself, Wuming, and Xiaoyu, carefree teenagers in the Mu family, appeared on the river.

Ren Shaoyang gestured, "Don't just stand there. Flowing water doesn't compete for the first place, it competes for the endless flow. Now that we've come to this place, we should follow the river upstream. Why should we be bound by what we've already seen?"

Mu Yingxiong's lips curled into a long-lost, carefree smile, just like when he was a boy.

"please!"

The two walked along the river, one in front of the other, stepping on the hilts of their swords.

"I have been in seclusion these past few days studying the way of the sword, but I never expected to be summoned and come to the legendary 'Sword Realm'."

Mu Yingxiong strode forward, his words coming slowly from his mouth.

"What I never expected was that the one who opened the Sword Realm was actually the Sword God Ren."

Ren Shaoyang pondered, "Hmm, Senior Mu has been overseas for so long, yet you still know me?"

"Of course!"

Mu Yingxiong stopped in his tracks. His hair and beard fluttered in the wind, exuding elegance and composure. "The name of the Sword God is renowned throughout the world, even overseas."

Ren Shaoyang clapped his hands and laughed, "It's all just the old sword saint spouting nonsense."

"What a load of bragging," Mu Yingxiong laughed. "You seem to have no self-respect at all."

Why are you so arrogant?

"Although Dugu Jian's ruthless swordsmanship is rather unorthodox," Mu Yingxiong said in a calm tone, "Jian Twenty-Three is truly brilliant. Is such a person's praise just empty boasting to the Sword God?"

Ren Shaoyang chuckled and sang with his head tilted back: "The vastness of heaven and earth seems to contain everything, but looking back, it seems to exist yet not. The heavy snow buries the human world, freezing a bunch of bandwagon followers to death!"

"Freezing bandwagoners to death?" Mu Yingxiong laughed. "It seems that Ren Jianshen looks down on Dugu Jian's praise."

"Ren's swordsmanship is real, but his boasting is false! So, if you calculate it that way," Ren Shaoyang sneered, "others might really think he's on par with me!"

Mu Yingxiong laughed even more unrestrainedly: "So, you look down on Dugu Jian."

"I don't think much of you, but would you?"

"I don't think much of it."

"Then it's over!"

The two looked at each other, put their hands on their hips, and burst into laughter.

How to quickly build rapport with people?
They must be doing something bad together.

Ren Shaoyang respected the Sword Saint's Sword Twenty-Three, but looked down on his character.

Mu Yingxiong simply looked down on him!

The tragedy that happened to him and Nameless was largely caused by that old bastard, Sword Saint.

It would be strange if he thought highly of him.

“Ren Jianshen, look at that towering sword mountain.”

Mu Yingxiong seemed to have gotten excited, and pointed with great enthusiasm to the highest blood-red sword mountain.

"Hmm, tall." Ren Shaoyang looked up. "It's almost blindingly tall."

Mu Yingxiong asked, "Whose sword do you think that mountain represents?"

The Sword Realm was created by the sword intent of countless swordsmen, and it gathers countless essences of sword techniques. Among them, giant swords planted in the ground become mountains. For every new sword technique in the world, there will be another sword mountain. As the mastery of sword techniques increases, the mountains will also grow taller.

The river beneath their feet stretches endlessly, recording the journey of each swordsman as they learn to wield the sword.

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "It could be the Sword Saint's, or it could be Liu Sheng Wuji's, or it could be 'Heavenly Sword' Wuming's." He smiled slightly as he said this, "Or it could be your 'Peerless Sword'!"

Mu Yingxiong paused, exclaimed "Eh?", and turned to ask, "Why didn't you say it was yours?" Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly and said, "I don't care."

"Oh?" Mu Yingxiong stepped onto the grassy bank, turned around in surprise, and asked, "Saying one thing and meaning another?"

"What do you think?"

Mu Yingxiong sized him up and down, then his expression changed drastically: "You're actually telling the truth!"

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "I don't lie."

"I didn't expect you to really look down on all the swordsmen in the world!" Mu Yingxiong said through gritted teeth, "And you fucking look down on me too!"

Ren Shaoyang walked past him, his hands behind his back, along the mountain path, smiling faintly: "To me, that's not a high mountain, it's just that I'm too lazy to climb it, so it seems exceptionally high."

Upon hearing this, Mu Yingxiong's anger vanished instantly, and he instead laughed: "Sword God Ren truly possesses the domineering power of 'roaring through the four dimensions and slaughtering in all directions'!"

Ren Shaoyang said, "Yes, that's why I didn't dare to use my full strength when I was fighting with Wuming. It was very boring in the end." He laughed, a very happy laugh, "I didn't expect to meet Senior Mu, the 'Heavenly Sword Master,' here. It's a good opportunity to have some fun with him."

"My 'Peerless Sword' is nothing more than a showpiece in the eyes of the Sword God?"

"Of course not!" Ren Shaoyang stopped and looked at him strangely. "Fighting with you would be like being on the highest peak, surrounded by towering peaks, unable to advance or retreat, extremely dangerous."

"Why is the Sword God so hypocritical?"

"Ha, that's called strategically despising the enemy while tactically taking them seriously."

Mu Yingxiong's expression darkened slightly, and he raised his eyebrows, saying, "In the end, you still have no respect for others."

Ren Shaoyang glanced at him and chuckled, "Senior Mu, you're pretending to be angry on the surface, but you're secretly ecstatic and incredibly smug inside."

Mu Yingxiong shook his head and said, "Why do you say that?"

“Since arriving in this world, you have tested me eighteen times, yet you still cannot do anything to me.”

Ren Shaoyang climbed to the summit, taking one step at a time, and looked down at the entire scene with his hands behind his back.

"Whether you admit it in your heart or not, I, Ren, am your best dueling opponent."

"Yes and no?"

Mu Yingxiong then walked to the edge of the cliff, where a bottomless abyss lay below and the white-robed swordsman stood beside him. A hint of distress appeared between his brows as he sighed, "You're right."

"Doesn't it make you feel good to admit that you are my opponent?"

"To be honest, it's gorgeous!"

Ren Shaoyang chuckled and looked at the scenery in the distance: "Ah! We've actually climbed this high without even realizing it?"

As far as the eye can see, the long swords covering the mountains and plains sway in the wind like trees and flowers. The blood-red rivers and blood-red peaks, under the dim yellow sky, resemble a Monet painting, where beauty and eeriness coexist.

"The wind enters the forest intentionally, the clouds emerge from the mountain without purpose."

Mu Yingxiong casually agreed, then asked, "Sword God Ren, what did you sense upon arriving here?"

“Yes.” Ren Shaoyang flicked his nails. “There were at least two auras that made me nervous, constantly and greedily scanning me.”

"Ha, it seems my intuition was correct," Mu Yingxiong said. "Do you know who it is?"

"I know," Ren Shaoyang waved his hand and said, "but don't worry about them."

Mu Yingxiong sneered, "You really have a big heart. A powerful enemy is right next to you, yet you don't care at all."

Ren Shaoyang said, "Senior Mu is my true opponent; the others are nothing more than minor itch."

Mu Yingxiong said calmly, "Since that's the case, shall we have a duel right here on this mountaintop?"

"Alright, my sword can't wait!"

Ren Shaoyang said with a smile, and with a whoosh, a sword blade as blue and transparent as crystal shot out from his sleeve. The blade trembled in the wind like water.

Mu Yingxiong's eyes narrowed: "The Divine Sword Captures the Dragon?"

"Yes."

"Legend has it that this sword can extend and retract, and can also devour other precious swords," Mu Yingxiong said in a deep voice. "People praise this sword as the king of all swords, believing that only the best swords in the world can rival it."

"Let them say what they want," Ren Shaoyang shrugged.

"it is good!"

Mu Yingxiong shouted, and with a whoosh, drew his sword, holding it horizontally in front of his chest. "The Loyal Heart Sword! Weighing one pound, seven ounces, and three mace, forged over many years, cold on the outside but warm on the inside, it has never drunk blood. I originally thought only the blood of the Nameless Heavenly Sword could be worthy of this sword, but now it seems..."

He looked up at the white robe before him and the wondrous dragon-capturing weapon, grinned, and said, "The blood of the Sword God is even more effective!"

"Heroes are loyal and devoted; united they are invincible, but fighting them will lead to their demise." Ren Shaoyang stepped forward, his hand gripping the longsword trembling, the sword light swirling into a screen of light in front of his chest. "I, Ren, would also like to witness this."

Mu Yingxiong shouted, "Then come on!" His right hand, holding a sword, suddenly shot out, piercing through the light screen dozens of times without being damaged.

"Sword God Ren, please accept my challenge!"

Two sword lights flew through the air, each strike not particularly fast, nor did they have any sword energy flow or burst of force.

But it's so clear and just right.

However, this is just right.

But it sent shockwaves through the entire sword world!
On the Sword Peak, countless precious swords snapped with a "crack".

With a clang, the sword hilts, facing the two of them, tilted down in unison, as if in worship.

These swords broke themselves, paying the highest tribute to the true holiness of swords.

Onion sincerity!

(End of this chapter)