44: Chapter 44 Who wouldn't want to draw their sword and become famous throughout the world!

Just as everyone was filled with doubt, the sword casket suddenly rose slowly into the air.

True Qi surged wildly from Zhao Guyan's palm, and the mechanisms on the sword casket emitted a piercing creak.

The movement appeared strained, yet it was exceptionally determined.

Zhao Guyan exhausted all his strength to drive his True Qi; even if this act would cause irreparable damage to his body, he was determined to force open the peerless sword casket.

Baili Dongjun's brow furrowed slightly.

Has this Zhao Guyan gone mad?

But he had already sensed that Zhao Guyan was showing signs of impending death; he likely didn't have much longer to live.

He was intending to burn the last of his remaining strength before his end.

For whom?

Baili Dongjun's gaze fell upon Song Yanhui on the arena stage.

At that very moment, a clear and impassioned cry echoed throughout the venue.

The mechanism at the center of the sword casket was finally fully opened.

A giant bird, its entire body wreathed in blazing flames, soared into the sky like a king among swords.

The other twelve divine weapons flew to both sides of the Great Ming Vermilion Bird one after another, standing in formation.

Thirteen world-renowned sharp swords finally appeared all at once.

Zhao Guyan's face flushed with a red glow, his expression one of excitement.

But Baili Dongjun knew in his heart that this old man had likely employed some kind of secret technique.

Perhaps it was similar to Song Yanhui's method of shattering the sword heart.

Only his Realm was a level higher; before his sword heart completely shattered, his strength suddenly soared above the Great Carefree Realm.

"Young girl, how is my Sword Control Technique? Can it rival your Ten Thousand Swords Art?"

"It cannot!"

Li Hanyi shook her head without the slightest hesitation.

Thirteen divine swords hovered in mid-air with a magnificent Aura, striking terror into the crowd.

Sharp Sword Qi swept across the entire field.

Sikong Qianluo's heart tightened, and she subconsciously reached out to grab her teacher's sleeve, seeking protection.

After all, this time, that old man who seemed to have a strange temper appeared to be relying on his age to bully her Senior Sister.

But when she grabbed, she caught only air.

Looking back, where was there any sign of her teacher?

Mu Liangyue and the other two were also looking lost, wondering why their Revered Master had suddenly vanished.

Only Yin Luoxia's eyes flickered as she looked toward the arena.

"The young girl has quite a big mouth. Today, this old man shall personally experience your Ten Thousand Swords Art and teach you what it means to respect your elders!"

Zhao Guyan gave a cold smile and spoke.

Behind him, the thirteen Flying Swords hummed incessantly, seemingly eager for battle.

Baili Dongjun's expression changed slightly, and he was about to intervene.

However, since Zhao Guyan had already used a secret technique, even he did not have full confidence.

Zhao Guyan's words spread throughout the venue.

Many people present shook their heads inwardly, thinking that this old man's skin was truly thick enough.

You are several times the age of that young girl, and now you want to take action personally—do you have no shame left?

But with Zhao Guyan's thirteen swords out at once, his Aura indeed intimidated everyone in all directions.

Sikong Changfeng also stood up, preparing to join forces with Baili Dongjun to deal with Zhao Guyan, when his heart suddenly stirred.

Wait, where was Li Hanyi's Master?

His gaze swept around and found that Sikong Qianluo, Mu Liangyue, and the others were looking left and right; Su Rui, who had been sitting peacefully, was nowhere to be seen.

"Where is he?" Sikong Changfeng's heart tightened.

Just as everyone was worrying for Li Hanyi.

A figure dressed in white suddenly appeared in front of her.

His black hair was tied up with a simple piece of plain cloth, clean and efficient.

His stature was transcendent and his bearing extraordinary, commanding respect from all who saw him.

His white robes were washed as clean as snow, yet they didn't appear the least bit shabby.

His face was handsome, and his eyes were as bright as the stars, making it difficult for one to look directly at him.

The newcomer was none other than Su Rui.

"Revered Master!"

Li Hanyi bowed respectfully.

An uproar broke out among the crowd outside the arena.

A Genius like Li Hanyi was actually bowing and showing such respect to a young man.

Could it be that this was her Revered Master?

He truly was a figure like an Immortal.

Zhao Guyan's expression froze as he recalled the news he had heard in the city earlier; his face immediately turned solemn.

Su Rui paid no heed to Zhao Guyan, instead turning to look at Li Hanyi and lightly patting the top of her head.

"Alright, leave this to me. You go back to the stands first."

Li Hanyi was startled and was about to say she wasn't afraid of the old man.

But meeting Su Rui's clear gaze, the words died in her throat.

"Yes, Master."

With that, she offered up the Cheng Ying Sword with both hands.

Su Rui took the Cheng Ying Sword with his left hand, and Li Hanyi turned to leap toward the distant stands.

Baili Dongjun's expression changed slightly.

"Mr. Su, this matter..."

Su Rui gave a light wave of his right hand, interrupting Baili Dongjun's words.

Then, his gaze shifted to Zhao Guyan and the Flying Swords behind him.

"It is not your place to lecture my Disciple."

His voice wasn't loud, yet it seemed to echo in everyone's ears.

"Is Li Hanyi's Master actually going to take action personally?"

In the stands, excitement flickered in everyone's eyes.

There was a reason everyone was so expectant.

Li Hanyi and Sikong Qianluo's performances had been far too dazzling.

Yet, everyone knew very little about Su Rui.

Even Baili Dongjun and Sikong Changfeng had only caught a brief glimpse of Su Rui's intervention when the plague poison broke out.

But to this day, no one had seen him demonstrate his swordsmanship with their own eyes.

He was both mysterious and powerful.

Such a character had previously been completely unheard of in the Jianghu.

This was precisely why everyone was waiting with bated breath.

Witnessing the appearance of a top-tier expert in the Jianghu was the aspiration of every martial artist.

After all, who doesn't want to draw their sword and shake the world?

The Confucian Sword Immortal and the Head of the Wen Family, who was skilled in poison arts, watched with burning gazes.

The experts in the front stands were all the same.

Although they knew Su Rui was extraordinary, no one could say for sure just how strong he really was.

To be able to teach a Disciple like Li Hanyi, his skills must be unrivaled in the Jianghu.

Furthermore, he was the true owner of the divine sword Chengying.

This was something Li Hanyi had mentioned earlier, and it had now spread throughout the venue.

And now, that youth dressed in snow-white, looking like an Immortal, was the owner of the Cheng Ying Sword.

When such a person took action, the scene was bound to be earth-shattering.

Moreover, his opponent was the current City Lord of Wushuang City.

Though advanced in years, he was still a top-tier powerhouse in the Jianghu.

Many people, like Baili Dongjun, could see that Zhao Guyan was using some kind of life-risking secret technique.

At this moment, Zhao Guyan's combat strength had likely reached the very top of those present.

Coupled with the world-renowned peerless sword casket, it was likely that no one had the certainty of defeating him.

And such an opponent was the best candidate to test this young expert.

Those waiting to witness a brilliant duel were all full of anticipation.

Ximen Chuixue gazed at the thirteen swords hovering in the air, feeling that sharp Sword Qi, and waves rose in his heart.

He wished he could leap into the arena immediately to compete against this Sword Control Technique.

But in the end, his reason remained, and he did not act rashly.

Beside him, Xing Hun's eyes were wide open; feeling the pressure of the Flying Swords on the field, his expression was solemn.

However, his gaze was fixed on Su Rui.

"Is it him? The target Lord Donghuang sent me to investigate, a person who might rewrite the world's landscape."

Xing Hun pondered in his heart.

He was on a mission for this trip.

Donghuang Taiyi of the Yin-Yang School had used astrology to deduce that a key figure who would influence the era was in Snow Moon City.

However, sending someone rashly might cause trouble.

Thus, he had dispatched the Yin-Yang School's new generation Prodigy—Xing Hun.

Though young, his strength was astounding, and he had mastered various secret methods; before he was even ten, only a handful in the Yin-Yang School could best him.

Additionally, the opportunity of the Snow Moon City competition served as his cover for this journey.

At this moment, Xing Hun felt he had found his target.

"A Sword Control Technique?"

Xu Weixiong's bright eyes stared at the Flying Swords floating in the air.

"Can you handle it?"

She had quite an interest in Li Hanyi, as that girl's talent was extraordinary.

Now that this Master seemed about to take action, she was naturally even more full of anticipation.

Coming out from Upper Yin Academy this time was meant to be a trial.

Snow Moon City had a strong Jianghu atmosphere and picturesque scenery.

Her participation in this competition was also a timely coincidence.

As for Wanwan and Shi Feixuan, the two had already heard of Su Rui's name and knew he was extremely formidable.

But exactly how formidable he was, they still had no conclusion in their hearts.

Yue Ji and Underworld Marquis exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with shock.

They hadn't expected that their trip to Snow Moon City, originally to find Spirit Medicine to restore Underworld Marquis's memory, would first lead them to witness Wushuang City's peerless Sword Control Technique.

In comparison, while the Ten Thousand Swords Art was also famous in the Jianghu, the Sword Control Technique was even more mysterious and legendary.

Though they had seen the Ten Thousand Swords Art, they had never seen the Sword Control Art.

Now they could see both at once; though they were assassins, they also felt a sense of anticipation.

Murong Fu's expression shifted uncertainly.

The strength of these experts was clearly far beyond his expectations.

He had originally thought his kung fu would be enough to make a name for himself in the Snow Moon City competition.

However, judging from the current situation, there was still a significant gap between him and the truly top-tier experts.

This made Murong Fu feel quite hard to accept.

In a corner of the front stands,

AZhu looked at Su Rui in the arena, and a strange light suddenly flashed in her eyes.

"Cousin Miss, what do you think of this Sword Control Technique?"

"I have never seen it before."

Wang Yuyan directly shook her head.

She had never come into contact with this type of Cultivation Technique, so she naturally couldn't make a rash judgment.

The martial arts of various countries each had their own merits.

While she could use her profound knowledge to deduce some methods for facing an enemy,

she really found it difficult to judge the depth of the power of a sword control skill like this.

"Then who does Cousin Miss think is more likely to win?"

"It should be Li Hanyi's Master."

Wang Yuyan's tone was slightly hesitant.

"Li Hanyi defeated Song Yanhui; since the Disciple won, then the Master is naturally stronger than the other's Master."

ABi also chimed in from the side.

Wang Yuyan nodded slightly.

"Could this be a bit hasty?"

AZhu was slightly puzzled.

Although she also inwardly hoped that the figure who looked like an Immortal would win.

But at this moment on the field, Song Yanhui's Master clearly had a more powerful Aura.

In the shadows, Li Changsheng's eyes also showed a hint of anticipation.

He could finally test the depths of this person.

...

Just as everyone was speculating and guessing the next development, Zhao Guyan looked Su Rui up and down a few times.

"Were all those techniques of Li Hanyi's taught by you?"

Su Rui nodded slightly.

"What? Is this old man not worthy of speaking with you?"

Zhao Guyan furrowed his brow.

This person was simply a bit too arrogant.

He was, after all, the City Lord of Wushuang City; his status in the Jianghu could not be considered low.

You should show some etiquette!

"Did you set out thirteen swords just for small talk?"

Su Rui got straight to the point, leaving Zhao Guyan momentarily speechless.

Even if we're going to fight, shouldn't we exchange a few pleasantries first?

"Yanhui, step down."

Zhao Guyan gave the order.

"Master, be careful."

Song Yanhui gave a respectful bow, his gaze lingering on Su Rui for a moment before he leaped back.

Seeing this, Baili Dongjun also understood that he could no longer stop it.