Yan Zhaoge clashed with the Immortal Slaughtering Sword against Wen Daihong's Immortal Slaughtering Sword.
His attainments in the Prime Clear sword arts had surpassed the expectations of many Prime Clear sword cultivators.
After all, as a descendant of the Jade Clear lineage, Yan Zhaoge's many dazzling accomplishments in the World beyond Worlds had nothing to do with the legacies of the Prime Clear lineage.
Under such circumstances, he was still able to have such profound attainments in the Prime Clear swordsmanship. It was truly shocking.
It was a well-known fact that if one wanted to have a higher achievement in a martial art, apart from talent, the necessary hard work was also indispensable.
With Yan Zhaoge's current age, however much time he had, it was still limited.
In a short period of time, it was equivalent to ten or even a hundred years of hard work. How could anyone not be shocked?
Still, Yan Zhaoge's Immortal Slaughtering Sword against Wen Daihong's Immortal Slaughtering Sword still caused the descendants of the Prime Clear lineage to inwardly rejoice.
This was due to his pride towards the Prime Clear lineage's Sword Dao.
The sword battle between the two fully displayed the subtlety and terror of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword, causing the spectators to be intoxicated.
But halfway through, Wen Daihong actually abruptly abandoned his sword and admitted defeat, once again shocking everyone.
Everyone's gaze fell on Wen Daihong.
Those with lower cultivation couldn't see any clues.
Those with higher cultivations, such as Wang Shun, were even more surprised. "He's not injured."
No matter how they looked at it, the battle just now could be said to be evenly matched.
Although the sword battle between the two sides was extremely dangerous due to the power of the Immortal Culling Sword, and a single mistake could result in blood, Wen Daihong did not seem to be losing at all. At worst, it should be a tie.
Speaking of which, even if it was a draw, the news would be enough to shake the entire Roving Jade Heavens.
After all, Yan Zhaoge was not a sword cultivator who specialized in the dao of the sword, let alone the dao of the Prime Clear lineage.
As for Wen Daihong, not only was he a direct disciple of the Prime Clear lineage, he was also a well-known figure amongst his peers.
Even Long Xueji's son, Long Hanhua, might not necessarily be able to defeat him.
The one worth paying attention to here was Long Hanhua, not Lin Hanhua.
In order to conceal his identity, the head disciple of Golden Court Mountain of the World beyond Worlds' southeastern Yang Heaven Territory, Lin Hanhua, was unable to display his full strength.
For Wen Daihong to be able to compete with him, there was no need to mention how extraordinary he was.
This person was stubborn, stubborn, and very competitive. Wanting him to take the initiative to admit defeat was as difficult as ascending the heavens.
But now, facing Yan Zhaoge, Wen Daihong actually took the initiative to admit defeat, admitting that he was no match for him!
This had truly exceeded the expectations of Wang Shun and the others.
If it was someone else who would use such a method to curry favor with the Profound Sovereign, Dragon Spring Emperor, Long Xueji and the others, it might be possible. However, to Wen Daihong, it was absolutely unimaginable.
Not to mention Wang Shun and the other Ashen Spirit Valley martial practitioners, even the Minor White Peak disciples present found it hard to believe.
"Look behind you." At this moment, Wen Daihong had already walked out of his dejected mood. But looking at the expressions of Wang Shun and the others, he felt even more conflicted.
With Wen Daihong's reminder, Wang Shun and the other Ashen Spirit Valley martial practitioners felt their hearts tighten.
They glanced at each other. Wang Shun didn't move, but one of the Ashen Spirit Valley disciples next to him leaned slightly and looked behind Wang Shun.
He immediately let out a cry of alarm.
"What happened?" Wang Shun frowned. The fellow disciple beside him didn't answer immediately. Instead, he turned around and looked behind the person on the other side.
After that, he had a strange expression on his face. He wanted to take a few steps back to see what was behind everyone.
"What exactly happened?" Wang Shun asked.
A smile that was even uglier than crying appeared on the other party's face, "Senior apprentice-uncle, the robe on your back has been torn, and someone has drawn a 'ghost' character on it. Senior apprentice-brother Hou on my right has drawn a 'every' character on his back …"
"Stand still and don't move!" Wang Shun roared in a low tone as he retreated.
Then, he saw that a word had been drawn on the backs of all his fellow disciples before him.
From left to right, they were 'sword', 'Dao', 'Cong', 'Lai', 'Zhi', 'Zhi', 'Zhong', 'Qian', 'Pi', 'Duo', 'Duo', 'Defiled', 'Han', and 'Feng'.
Adding on the 'ghost' character on his back, there were precisely fourteen characters.
The dao of the sword is always straight, taking from the center, the ghost's every filth, cold edge.
Wang Shun could only feel disbelief as he stared dazedly at this scene.
Someone had left these characters on their robes. Still, including himself, there were two eighth level Martial Saints, six seventh level Martial Saints and six sixth level Martial Saints. Not a single one of them had discovered anything unusual about this!
Fourteen characters, there had to be at least four strokes.
This was four swords!
If Yan Zhaoge had wanted to take someone's life, of the fourteen of them, the one who had died the least would have already been slain four times over!
Not to mention words that had so many strokes …
The words left behind on their tattered robes were not harmful as they were even completely undetectable.
Wang Shun and the others were of the Cloud Emperor's lineage and were of Ashen Spirit Valley's direct lineage. Their bodies were also filled with treasures.
Even these protective treasures had not been disturbed, yet words had still been left behind. What kind of heavy-handed skill was this?
What was especially noteworthy was that Yan Zhaoge had not used some light, agile sword art.
He had used the Immortal Slaughtering Sword which was extremely vicious and dangerous, having killing as its goal.
In Yan Zhaoge's hands, such a sword art would be able to be retracted and unleashed as he wished, its difficulty far surpassing that of other martial arts.
"It is not just the Immortal Slaughtering Sword!" Wang Shun's thoughts flashed at lightning speed, "There is also the Immortal Trapping Sword! His two swords as one are virtually indistinguishable from each other, yet he is actually so familiar with them? "
It was no wonder that even someone as stubborn and competitive as Wen Daihong would willingly admit defeat.
While it seemed like the Immortal Slaughtering Sword was no match for the two swords as one, how many in this world could merge two great sword arts to such an extent?
Everyone here was knowledgeable and knowledgeable as they were all very clear on the profundities involved.
While Wen Daihong was competitive, he too admitted it.
While they seemed to be evenly matched, he had already long since suffered a crushing defeat. Since that was so, he might as well admit defeat.
Wang Shun's face was ashen, while the other Ashen Spirit Valley disciples were still unable to see what was happening behind them.
The Minor White Peak martial practitioners were all extremely curious as well.
While they did not know what words were behind them, they unconsciously felt that it would be best if they were not seen by others.
"The dao of the sword is always straight from the heart, the ghostly lands often tainting the cold edge," Yan Zhaoge now recited slowly, "This Yan shall encourage you all."
If those who were familiar with him were present, they would probably all roll their eyes in unison.
He, this Yan, had never minded using some sneaky tricks.
Yet, in front of Wang Shun and the others now, Yan Zhaoge was full of righteousness and righteousness.
Silently reciting Yan Zhaoge's words before looking at the fourteen people of Ashen Spirit Valley, those of Minor White Peak gradually understood as their expressions turned strange, seeming like they were smiling whilst also not as they simultaneously gazed at Wang Shun and the others.
Wang Shun could only feel a fiery pain on his face.
"Farewell," He reluctantly bowed towards Wen Daihong, turning to leave.
Suddenly thinking of something, his movements halted as he could neither advance nor retreat.
The other Ashen Spirit Valley disciples looked the same.
In the end, they actually retreated into the distance, hurriedly leaving the area.
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