The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

King Garuda, with his hands behind his back, chuckled and asked, "What is it?"

The Dao Master said, "An era must eventually come to an end, but the one who can end this era that belongs to me will never be you, but only myself, only this heaven and this earth!"

King Garuda was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"The number one in the world should have the arrogance of the number one in the world, but arrogance alone is not enough. Sun Chiyuan, the reason I am here today is twofold: first, because I already know your strength and second, because I am already stronger than you can imagine!"

The Dao Master shook his head again: "Do you know why you lost to me before?"

Garuda King: "..."

The Daoist Master said, "It's not because I'm older than you or because I've practiced for longer, but because you're not sincere. You've never been truly sincere about your martial arts!"

Garuda King's expression suddenly turned grim: "So you're only confident in your martial prowess?"

The Daoist Master nodded with a smile.

He was honest because he had to be honest.

He gave up so much for that sincerity.

Like the Sword God, he was not the most talented disciple of the Jinglun Heavenly Palace.

At that time, no one thought he could become the Dao Lord, and he himself didn't think so either.

So he carried a sword and a gourd of wine on his back and roamed freely in the martial world.

He made a group of friends and also found his own confidante.

Those were his most carefree and carefree days. However, fate is unpredictable. In the struggle for the Dao lineage, his senior brothers died one after another. In the end, the vast Jinglun Heavenly Palace was left with only him, a seemingly ordinary disciple, to hold the fort.

Even if he didn't want to be the Dao Master, he had no choice but to become one.

If he doesn't act properly, then the Jinglun Heavenly Palace may disappear into the long river of history.

He could not bear to see the Jinglun Heavenly Palace disappear, so he abandoned the martial world, his friends, and his confidante, and placed himself on the altar.

This era is his era because he must make it his era.

Actually, more than eighty years have passed.

But the Daoist Master still clearly remembers every detail of the moment of parting.

"What would I be like if the Jinglun Heavenly Palace hadn't suffered such a disaster?"

Who knows.

He has no regrets.

He made the choice he believed was right.

His old friends also supported his choice.

"Now, the Jinglun Heavenly Palace no longer needs me, and I can be myself again."

Yourself.

Myself more than eighty years ago.

The Daoist Master proclaimed loudly, "This is my sincerity!"

that moment.

On both banks of the river, and on the river itself, everyone could clearly see the Dao Lord burning.

His body, his inner strength, his spirit—everything about him was burning.

The burning did not turn him to ashes; instead, it made him younger and younger.

His back straightened, the wrinkles on his face disappeared, and his beard and hair turned from white to black.

At the height of the flames, he returned to his prime, showing no trace of dishevelment, only an confidence that made heaven and earth pale in comparison.

Then, he slowly raised his right hand.

"Stop the wind!"

A drink.

that moment.

The wind stopped, and the once thunderous river suddenly became deathly silent.

Rain, water jets, waves, rivers—everything was frozen in time.

The Dao Lord seems to have become the center of this world.

The Azure Dragon of the East, the White Tiger of the West, the Vermilion Bird of the South, the Black Tortoise of the North, all the stars in the heavens, and all things in the universe, all played supporting roles for him.

This is a stillness more terrifying and expansive than the Fifteen Deadly Swords.

that moment.

The once confident Garuda King's eyes were now devoid of confidence, filled only with endless terror.

As a Grandmaster, he understood the Dao Lord's state better than anyone else.

The Dao Lord gave his all, allowing himself to return to his peak at this moment.

But that's not the most frightening thing.

What is most frightening is the realm displayed by the Dao Lord.

He is not following the trend of heaven and earth, he is not borrowing the trend of heaven and earth; he himself is the trend of heaven and earth.

"You... you've actually explored the boundary between heaven and man, and touched upon the legendary fourth realm, the true Dao of Heaven and Earth?"

King Garuda tried to open his mouth to speak, but he couldn't open it at all; only he could hear his words.

He began to regret it.

Why must he personally show himself to take the Lord's life?

He only needed to wait until the Dao Lord's lifespan was exhausted.

That's good now.

Not only did the Dao Lord regain his full strength, but he also touched upon the Dao of Heaven and Earth.

He could never possibly be a match for such a Dao Lord.

Not only was he no match for him, he didn't even know how many moves he could last.

The wind is blowing again.

The gale has transformed into a thousand sharp blades.

The wind blew across the great river, and in an instant, those who had come with the Daoist Master on another large ship fell one after another like wheat that had been cut down.

These people were no ordinary people; among them were Turkic nobles, experts from the Turkic and Da Guang tribes, and many of them were renowned masters.

No matter how noble their status or how powerful their strength, before the Dao Lord, they are all equal, equally insignificant, equally fragile.

King Garuda grew increasingly terrified.

He saw it; he saw his body begin to break apart, and obvious bloodstains appear on his body.

He grew weaker and weaker, increasingly unable to break free from the Dao Lord's control.

In fact, he could sense that the Dao Lord's aura was also rapidly declining, but judging from the current situation, the Dao Lord would definitely be able to kill him before his aura completely faded.

Am I going to die here?

King Garuda was terrified.

At the critical moment, a cold glint shot out from directly behind.

That cold glint came from Tang Jincheng, the Red Mountain Guest of the Ten Thousand Horses Escort Agency.

Everyone realized something was wrong, but it was too late.

The Dao Lord never expected that someone would launch a sneak attack from behind.

All his power was prepared for Garuda King. His body was so fragile that this cold light, which originally could not have harmed him, broke the balance he had carefully maintained at this moment.

Once the balance was lost, Garuda King seized the opportunity to escape control and escape a certain death.

Yu Shen was shocked: "No wonder King Garuda was able to accurately grasp the position of the Dao Lord. It turns out there is a traitor among us! Tang Jincheng, why did you side with King Garuda?"

Tang Jincheng did not reply. After shooting out that cold light, he leaped into the river.

At this moment, Yu Shen and the others had no time to pursue Tang Jincheng, because a large number of experts suddenly rushed out from the Da Guang and Turkic sides. Some carried away the seriously injured Garuda King, while others launched a frenzied attack on the Qi King's army formation.

"Ugh."

Seeing this situation, the Dao Lord sighed helplessly.

He was so close, but he still couldn't do it.

His body began to age rapidly again at a visible rate.

Xuanjing Celestial Master and the others rushed to his side: "Dao Master."

The Daoist Master waved his hand, his eyes fixed on the ship opposite him.

it's not finished yet.

He saw that there was another grandmaster beside Garuda King, not the Holy Master Cangming, but someone he had never seen before.

"I never imagined that there would be such a master in the Central Plains."

A cold-faced, beardless middle-aged man looked at Garuda King, whose face was pale, and said.

King Garuda closed his eyes and remained silent.

The person beside him was brought back from the Nine Nether Island by the Holy Master Cangming when he returned to the Central Plains.

Nine Nether Island is a large overseas island with the Nine Nether Holy Palace. The palace master is a strange woman who is said to have unparalleled martial arts skills, but she never cares about world affairs. Therefore, no one in the Central Plains knows of her existence.

However, while the palace mistress was indifferent to worldly affairs, the man under her command named Yun Guixu was not very patient with loneliness.

Upon learning that the Holy Master Cangming was returning to the Central Plains to seek revenge, he immediately followed.

“This person is far too dangerous. It would be best to get rid of him as soon as possible. Garuda King, I will send him on his way today.”

Without waiting for Garuda King's consent, Yun Guixu walked out of the cabin with a smile.

P.S.: Thank you GDI cook, Luo Du, and Shi Bao, the cutest blade in the universe!

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Yun Guixu left, leaving Garuda King alone in the cabin.

He closed his eyes and carefully recalled the battle he had just fought.

In fact, he could have won just now.

Of course, this is a hindsight perspective.

Although the Dao Lord's realm had completely surpassed his, the Dao Lord's injuries were far too severe.

Under the torment of the Mingzun's Extinction Palm, the Dao Master's meridians and dantian were already riddled with holes.

In other words, the Dao Master's strength was extraordinary; if it were an ordinary person, their martial arts skills would have been completely ruined long ago.

The Daoist Master forcibly gathered his last bit of energy and spirit, concentrating it on one point before unleashing that final move.

That move was terrifying beyond measure.

However, because the Dao Lord used that move while in a near-death and crippled state, that move had three very obvious flaws.

The first flaw is naturally the Dao Lord's body.

The Dao Lord's body appeared younger, but it was merely a final burst of energy before death. He had entrusted everything to that one move, which made his already dying body even more broken and weak. He simply couldn't maintain that move for long.

The second flaw is that the Daoist Master is not familiar with this move at all.

It is clear that the Dao Master only came into contact with the Dao of Nature during the five years he was seriously injured.

“Otherwise, during the battle at Yinshan, he wouldn’t have been suppressing me. In the end, I wouldn’t have been able to risk my life to exchange injuries for serious damage to him. Instead, I would have been killed by him with a single palm strike.”

But because the Dao Master only comprehended the Dao while injured, he had never truly used this move before today.

It's not that I don't want to, but I can't.

How could that broken body possibly wield such a move?

Only after burning everything to regain his strength was he able to barely manage to unleash this move.