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

Chapter 487 The Sword Duel (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)
The setting sun hangs low on the horizon, a spring breeze ripples the water, and the water murmurs softly.

Hearing Ren Shaoyang's dismissive words, showing no respect for Ao Jue, the crowd was greatly displeased, and their emotions were stirred.

In the silence, someone suddenly shouted, "Sword God Ren, our master personally invited you to come out of seclusion, showing the utmost courtesy. Your disrespect is extremely impolite!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly, not bothering to reply.

Ao Jue remained respectful, cupping his fists and bowing: "Sword God Ren, back then you killed Jue Wushen and saved the land from peril. I shouldn't have bothered you, but the thief of the sword is a master of martial arts, and the Great Evil King is incomparably wicked, with no one in the world able to defeat him!"

"I have been entrusted by my fellow martial artists and have no choice but to ask the Sword God to come out of seclusion so that this calamity in the martial world can be averted."

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Kid, I told you, this guy came for me."

Ao Jue was greatly displeased upon hearing this and asked, "Sword God Ren, why don't you tell me who this person is?"

"You shouldn't get involved in this mess," Ren Shaoyang said casually. "This is my advice to you out of consideration for our past friendship."

Ao Jue was stunned and frowned.

The crowd behind him was first stunned, then flew into a rage, shouting, "What do you mean by that?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Don't meddle in other people's business."

The man who had been shouting the loudest was now extremely ashamed and angry. He yelled, "Bullshit! Others respect you as the Sword God, but do you really think you've become a god yourself? Twelve years have passed, and who in the world doesn't know that our Master's swordsmanship is unparalleled and unmatched?"

Upon hearing this, even the nameless man sitting alone in the pavilion couldn't help but glance at him, thinking to himself, "Hey! These young people nowadays!"

Looking at Ao Jue again, he saw that Ao Jue's face was ashen and he did not reprimand his subordinates, which meant that the words had been tacitly approved by him.

The nameless old gatekeeper sighed, "These young people nowadays..." (P.S.: Watch the anime if you haven't seen it!)

Ren Shaoyang raised his starry eyes slightly and smiled, "How come you guys are so brave?"

Ao Jue remained silent, but the man continued shouting, "Birds of a feather flock together. Ren Hongxiu is a witch, and you, being so cowardly, are no better..."

Ren Shaoyang said, "Be careful of your head." He then smiled, looking relaxed.

Ao Jue and the others were all taken aback, not understanding why.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, and the plaque of the pavilion where the nameless man was standing suddenly fell off. Strangely, the originally heavy plaque, like a falling leaf, was blown up by the wind and flew straight towards the man!

"Drink!"

Ao Jue reacted quickly, pulling him aside to dodge. But the plaque suddenly spun around and hit the man squarely in the face.

With a cry of "Ouch!", blood flowed from the man's mouth, his white teeth flew out, and he immediately fainted.

Everyone was startled, then suddenly remembered what Ren Jianshen had said, and they were all stunned.

Ao Jue turned around and saw Ren Shaoyang sitting on the pole without moving. How could he have injured his own people?
The crowd was furious and began to hurl insults.

Just then, Ao Jue suddenly waved his hand, and the cursing stopped abruptly.

Ao Jue looked at him in surprise and asked, "Sword God Ren, do you want me to retreat and not get involved in this matter?"

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "I don't want to repeat what I've already said."

Ao Jue remained silent for a long time before suddenly saying, "Back then, you killed the Sword Demon and Brother Ao Tiantang, and you also killed Sword Greed in the manor and shattered the 'Defeat' Sword. All of this was the beginning of the downfall of my Sword Worship Manor."

Ren Shaoyang asked, "So?"

"I asked you the same question back then," Ao Jue said solemnly, "whether I could challenge you!"

Ren Shaoyang nodded: "I agreed at the time."

"Indeed, a legendary swordsman accepted a young man's challenge. I have been sleepless with worry for twelve years, and have not dared to slacken my efforts even for a single day!"

Ao Jue's expression was resolute, and his voice grew even louder, "Since I mastered swordsmanship, I have traveled far and wide to uphold justice and uphold righteousness. For the sake of the Sword Worship Manor, I have also made a great reputation for myself. In fact, I know that what I need to do is to face you, Sword God Ren, in my most outstanding form!"

These words, spoken with a voice like the clash of metal, exuded an imposing and powerful aura.

Everyone knelt down and bowed, saying in unison, "You've worked hard, Master!"

"What's so hard about this? I enjoy it immensely!"

Ao Jue shouted, "The martial arts world of China is in turmoil because of the theft of the 'Great Evil King,' which is the perfect opportunity to make a name for ourselves and rebuild the glory of the Sword Worship Manor!"

"Sword Master Ren, how can I possibly stay out of this mess?"

Ren Shaoyang sighed: "It's hard to persuade a damned ghost with kind words."

Have you not heard the saying, "My fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of Heaven"?

"Hmm, the last person who said that died a terrible death."

"How could I, Ao Jue, be such a coward?" Ao Jue laughed loudly, "There's no better time than today, let's settle this right here and now!"

"can."

Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly, "You're not a bad person, so I'll spare your life."

"Ha, who will win and who will lose is still unknown!" Ao Jue shouted. This powerful and long voice was like the roar of a tiger and the cry of a dragon, resounding in all directions.

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow: "Hmm, such superb swordsmanship, but it's not the style of the Sword Worship Manor." He looked at him directly, "What swordsmanship?"

Ao Jue laughed loudly: "This is the 'Heavenly Mandate Sword Path'!" As he spoke, he strode forward, and with a stomp of his foot, a loud boom was heard, and the earth seemed to collapse out of thin air.

Ren Shaoyang's expression suddenly froze.

Before he could think it through, Ao Jue had already pointed his fingers. At the critical moment, Ren Shaoyang deflected the attack with a single finger.

The two fingers touched silently, and suddenly, waves several feet high were stirred up, and rain began to fall.

Caught off guard, the people on the riverbank were drenched from head to toe. Screams of agony filled the air as the river water, like steel pillars, battered them until they were bruised and swollen, and they fled in terror.

Ao Jue swayed and took a few steps back, standing on the river.

Ren Shaoyang stretched and said softly, "When did you learn this sword technique?"

Ao Jue said, "Ten years ago, a strange person from the martial arts world passed this on to me."

"Ten years?" Ren Shaoyang was somewhat silent. "It seems he had been planning this for a long time."

Ao Jue didn't know what he meant, only that this battle was what he had sought all his life. He immediately exhaled and a sword cry suddenly rang out from his body.

His sleeves billowed, and then a flash of sword light appeared.

Ren Shaoyang casually flicked his wrist, and with a whoosh, the sword light disappeared, leaving only a sense of harmony between heaven and earth, and all imagery vanished.

Ao Jue frowned deeply and shouted, "Please, Sword God Ren, rise!" He suddenly stretched out his right hand and grabbed at Ren's shoulder.

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "This is not enough for me to get up." He twirled his robe sleeves, exhaling with each circle.

With just this one circle and one release, it combines offense and defense, making it extremely powerful.

When Ao Jue's right hand collided with his, a strong wind suddenly rose on the river, forming a large whirlpool.

The people on the shore felt a powerful force rushing towards them, and unable to stand, they all retreated.

Even the nameless man inside the pavilion sighed, "Shao Yang's kung fu is becoming increasingly unfathomable. But this Ao Jue, at such a young age, is already able to exchange blows." He frowned, "The Heavenly Fate Sword Dao! Who created this sword technique? Could it be..."

A thought flashed through his mind, and combining it with what Ren Shaoyang had said earlier, his eyes lit up: "Could it be that the person who stole the 'Great Evil King' taught him this? Was Ao Jue's arrival here a test for Shaoyang?"

Just as I was thinking about it, I saw the waves surging on the river.

Ao Jue moved like lightning, his sword fingers transforming into streaks of light and shadow, attacking the small boat from all directions.

Ren Shaoyang remained seated, his sleeves fluttering as he suppressed and deflected the thunderous attack, as if smoothing out ripples on the water's surface.

After twenty moves, Ao Jue's sharp edge gradually dissipated, while Ren Shaoyang's body, spanning ten feet, was already enveloped in a misty aura of sword energy, like clouds and fog.

Suddenly, Ao Jue took a half step back, his cloak billowed up, and a strange sword intent emanated from him, enveloping Ren Shaoyang.

Although the people on the shore were not directly facing it, they still felt dizzy, their hearts were racing, and they trembled like leaves, collapsing to the ground one after another.

Ren Shaoyang smiled and casually waved his hand, seemingly unmoved.

Ao Jue's expression changed drastically, and he shouted, "Good! You actually broke my 'Bewitching Sword Qi'!" As he spoke, he suddenly closed in and grabbed at Ao Jue's chest like lightning.

Unexpectedly, a water sword rose from the river, swaying gently like a breeze, and pierced through without haste.

Ao Jue's pupils contracted, and he only had time to cross his arms in front of him.

boom!
With immense force, Ao Jue let out a "whoosh" and flew out like a stone skipping across water, creating a huge wave that crashed heavily onto the riverbank, embedding itself deeply into it like a painting.

With a splash, Ao Jue broke free from the human-shaped depression and leaped back to the embankment.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and he was covered in mud. Just as he regained his senses, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his elbow. When he reached down to touch it, he found that it was dislocated.

Ren Shaoyang's actions, from responding to the fierce attack to counterattacking with a water sword, then injuring the attacker's arm and repelling him, all happened in the blink of an eye.

He sat upright in a white robe on a lone boat, the setting sun casting a golden glow on the water, making him appear like a celestial being.

"Ahem~!"

With blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, Ao Jue smiled wryly, “For more than ten years, I have simulated countless duels. But when I actually encountered the Sword God Ren, I realized that all the ingenious moves I had thought of were nothing but a laughing stock.”

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "The essence of swordsmanship lies in 'using the spirit,' not in the techniques."

"What a wonderful concept of 'using the gods'!" Ao Jue's eyes lit up, and he sighed, "It's a pity that I can't reach such a wonderful state."

Ren Shaoyang said, "Once you separate the sword from the dazzling array of sword moves, and then break through the 'form' of the sword and the moves, you will have attained the 'spirit'. From the spirit, you can differentiate and generate countless forms. When facing an enemy, you can change endlessly and infinitely. Then you will have succeeded."

Ao Jue was thrilled and amazed by the words. He bowed deeply and said, "Thank you for your words, Sword God! I will never forget them!"

Ren Shaoyang waved his hand and laughed, "This 'Sword of Separation' is not a summary by me, but rather the principle of a sword technique."

"Oh?" Ao Jue asked curiously, "What kind of sword technique is it?"

Ren Shaoyang casually replied, "Hmm, Spring Water Sword Technique."

"Although it is someone else's sword technique, the kindness of being taught by the Sword God is real." Ao Jue laughed and bowed again, then drew a sword from his waist with a clang.

The sword was about two feet long, its blade was as red as blood, with graceful curves, and the hilt was as green as plant roots.

The whole sword looks like a tiny chili pepper. (P.S.: The design of this sword is truly beyond words.)
Ao Jue pointed his sword and shouted, "I will settle this with my 'Sword Duel' against the Sword God!"

"can."

A detached voice came from behind.

Then the white-robed man slowly rose, a crimson rainbow flashing from his sleeve, the divine sword "Dragon Capture" already in his grasp.

(End of this chapter)