320: Sword Master

Meanwhile, Ying Zheng's expression on the city wall remained calm.

"A bet is a bet, and I've kept my promise."

Ouyang Guanyue sighed repeatedly; he now wished to see that obstinate and irritable Ying Zheng, at least that one was powerful enough!

The Invincible Intent was the most formidable Intent ever born in the Federation!

It just dissipated?

Anyone seeing this scene would feel nothing but heartache.

But suddenly, Ouyang Guanyue felt a moment of disorientation.

He abruptly looked up, gazing once more at Ying Zheng, who was floating in the air.

At this moment, he seemed to become very light, as light as a sheet of paper; his dark long hair fluttered in the wind, and the surrounding strong winds suddenly grew increasingly tumultuous.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

Finally, the strong winds even evolved into a massive storm.

But Ying Zheng, standing in the wind, remained as steadfast as a pine tree, unmoving amidst the wind and rain.

He just floated there, not saying a word.

It wasn't until the storm became even more tumultuous and powerful that Ouyang Guanyue suddenly noticed that a foot in front of Ying Zheng floated his Emperors Sword!

"Crack, crack, crack..."

Suddenly, the golden sword body shattered inch by inch, cracks spreading everywhere.

This scene made Ouyang Guanyue's expression change slightly.

Ever since the definition of Myth-Grade weapons changed two hundred years ago, all newly forged weapons were, in fact, all semi-finished products.

The other half needed to be forged by the wielder themselves, which was the so-called infinite potential.

Therefore, Ying Zheng was now giving his Emperors Sword its true Soul, making it a weapon exclusively his, perfectly suited to him!

It was just that it lacked much of its former majesty, not as domineering as an Emperor's, only sharp.

And this sharpness seemed... not to be single-layered.

Instead, it was layered a thousand, ten thousand times, like a storm, covering the three feet around Ying Zheng!

The Sword Intent was so dense that Ouyang Guanyue's scalp tingled, because there were no gaps, no flaws!

Only then did he understand that Ying Zheng was not only forging his new sword but also forging his new Intent!

And this Intent, to some extent, was even more terrifying than the Invincible Intent!

In the wind, Ying Zheng was heard murmuring softly, "To be completely invincible, perhaps I still can't do it."

"But at least I can be invincible within three feet of my body!"

On the ground, Ouyang Guanyue's expression changed slightly, and he shouted, "Are you really going to abandon the Dao of Domination and walk the Dao of the Sword!?"

His voice pierced through the strong wind, reaching Ying Zheng's ears.

He laughed heartily and said, "I can shift from the Dao of Domination to the Dao of the Sword."

"In the future, why can't I shift from the Dao of the Sword back to the Dao of Domination?"

Suddenly, a joyful smile appeared on his face.

Even his voice became incredibly unrestrained.

"How exhilarating!"

"I still don't know how to be that Mandate of Heaven, that King, nor do I know why I must follow that path!"

"Right now, I just want to wield my sword!"

"I! Want! To! Be! A! Sword! Immortal!"

After his furious outburst, Ying Zheng let out a long breath, feeling his entire body as light as a feather—just two words: comfortable!

His mind instantly became clear, and an unprecedented cool sensation spread throughout his body.

He suddenly asked with a smile, "How quickly did Xiao Fan comprehend his Intent?"

"Initial comprehension in the morning, formation by evening!" Ouyang Guanyue replied.

"Then there's still something to compare," Ying Zheng said with a mysterious smile.

"What do you want to compare?" Ouyang Guanyue's expression changed slightly, feeling an inexplicable unease in his heart.

"Is Ape Riot, the Young Lord of the Vajra Clan's team, still eliminating enemies in the battle zone?"

"Yes, why?"

"Send me their location!" Ying Zheng laughed loudly.

"Xiao Fan comprehends his Intent in the morning and forms it in the evening."

"I, Ying Zheng, make a promise in the morning and fulfill it in the evening!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Ouyang Guanyue's expression changed drastically, and he said, "You alone? You're going to challenge Ape Riot's entire team with your sword? And you want to secure the kill count?"

"Don't underestimate the Demon King Group!"

Ying Zheng grinned and said, "You shouldn't underestimate me either!"

"Sword Intent, come!"

The moment these three words fell, Ouyang Guanyue's pupils contracted, because the dense bandages on Ying Zheng's body seemed to loosen slightly.

Endless Sword Intent surged wildly from his body, pouring into the three-foot-long green blade in his hand!

If he wasn't mistaken, this Sword Intent was accumulated by Ying Zheng during the trial, incredibly profound!

He intended to unleash it all tonight.

What would that sword strike be like?

Ouyang Guanyue smiled!

He wanted to see!

"Location, return device, for you. If one sword isn't enough, you must come back!"

Ying Zheng chuckled.

"One sword will be enough."

With that, he suddenly raised the long sword in his hand; at this moment, the Emperors Sword's original golden edges and the profound golden light completely dissipated, transforming into a silver-glowing iron sword.

It looked very ordinary, and Ouyang Guanyue knew that the style of this sword was identical to the broken iron sword he had given him during the trial.

He frowned and said, "This sword's stance is no good!"

Ying Zheng suddenly tightened his grip on the hilt, laughing unrestrainedly, "Can a sword's power be judged by its stance?"

"It depends on who is holding it!"

As his voice fell.

A sonic boom echoed in the sky.

"Boom!"

Ying Zheng, like a streak of aurora, pierced through the vast night, flashing and dazzling!

Clean, crisp, and charging straight ahead!

And Ying Zheng, enveloped by the aurora, was not in a direct charge but in a standing glide.

His two fingers lightly brushed the sword body, and a joyful smile appeared on his face.

This was everything he wanted.

The perfect life he once yearned for?

He was tired of it!

An Emperor?

He still didn't know how to be one for now!

There were too many worries, all sorts of demands and rules, disturbing his mind and suppressing his true strength!

During this period, everyone in the Super God Class was choosing their future path!

Ying Zheng had also chosen his path!

Whether it was right or wrong no longer mattered!

What he wanted was simple.

When the world falls into chaos, I shall cleave the bright moon with my green blade!

Today marks the first sword strike of a Sword Immortal's emergence!

The posture must be cool, and the damage must be fierce!