Chapter 807

He was fearless.

But his enemies had invited a Saint!

As the saying goes, beneath a Saint, all are ants!

Though he stood at the peak of Sword King and possessed the cultivation base of a Heaven-Man, he was still helpless, and in the end could only meet a fate of blood splattering on the spot, body and soul annihilated!

In his fifth life, he was the son of a household slave.

When he was eight, his master's household encountered a great catastrophe, the entire clan wiped out, and his parents died a tragic death among them!

Forced by circumstance, he could only wander the streets, begging from place to place.

Later, by chance, he obtained a damaged Huang-grade technique from an old beggar!

Relying on this damaged technique, he formally stepped onto the path of cultivation!

He endured countless trials and dangers.

Over a hundred years, he hid his identity, altered his appearance hundreds of times, and went to the various great powers to steal their teachings!

In the end, gathering the strengths of a hundred schools, he successfully reached the Heaven-Man realm, and established a force of his own — "Fallen Dust Sword Sect"!

And his Sword Dao realm also reached flawless perfection; he could easily take that final step and ascend to the Saint realm!

Until this day, when he wished to condense his Sword Soul and reach Sword Saint!

On the mountaintop.

A middle-aged man in a grey Daoist robe, a sword on his back, white at the temples, stood proudly here!

He gazed at the dark clouds above, feeling the great wind rushing in from all directions, and murmured, "Clearly everything is so real and natural, so why do I always feel that something is influencing me......"

"Fate?"

The middle-aged man extended his right hand, spread his five fingers, and gently clenched them, as if to grasp this handful of air.

Deep in his heart, there was a secret he had never told anyone.

That was, as his realm grew ever higher and his comprehension of the Martial Dao deepened, the sense of incongruity in his heart grew ever stronger!

He could never tell where this intense sense of incongruity actually came from.

"I have a premonition — perhaps breaking through to the Sword Saint realm is my chance to find the answer......"

The middle-aged man slowly extended his right hand and rested his palm on the sword hilt.

He raised his head, looked toward the heavens, and said in a deep voice, "People often say that condensing a Sword Soul is an act of defiance against the heavens, and will certainly not be tolerated by heaven and earth; thus, heaven will show strange omens and send down a Lei Jie to block one's condensation!"

"Regarding this, I am quite curious!"

"I want to see whether you can stop me?!"

The next moment.

The middle-aged man suddenly leapt into the air, swung his longsword, and slashed out a dazzlingly brilliant, resplendent sword-light toward the horizon!

At the same time, the comprehension of Sword Dao in his heart began to condense and sublimate!

Sword Soul — the soul within the sword!

Once mastered, it could serve as the core of power, manifesting a Sword Domain!

Within the Sword Domain, I am sovereign, transcending the mortal to enter Sainthood!

Standing within the Sword Domain, one can draw upon the power of heaven and earth, multiplying the might of slaughter and battle!

Only by reaching such a realm can one truly be called a "Master of the Sword Dao"!

Beneath Sword Saint, all sword cultivators are ants!

As the Sword Soul condensed, the embryonic form of a Sword Domain gradually appeared around him.

Boom!

A tremendous roar.

In the sky, lightning flashed, and from within the clouds, three thunder dragons of astonishing presence emerged!

The middle-aged man showed no fear; instead, he grew more excited: "Good! Come at the perfect moment! Let me use you to test whether my sword is sharp enough!"

Having spoken, his surrounding aura surged violently, and the longsword in his hand erupted with unprecedented, extreme brilliance!

Bang—

A terrifying sword-gang of immense size exploded outward!

Like the sword of a celestial god, it pierced through the clouds and struck the body of the thunder dragon!

With but one sword.

The three tribulation dragons, which had still seemed so terrifyingly imposing, were pierced and torn apart like paper, dissolving into countless specks of light scattered across heaven and earth!

The thunder dragons dispersed, the dark clouds retreated, and the sky gradually cleared.

The middle-aged man calmly withdrew his longsword and could not help but laugh heartily: "Lei Jie? Hahaha, it seems my Sword Dao stands above even that!"

At this moment, the aura unique to the Sword Soul spread outward, pervading the surroundings!

The Sword Domain also took shape here!

"Congratulations, Master, on attaining the Sword Saint realm!"

At this moment, a handsome youth carrying a longsword on his back, his face alight with joy, hurried over.

The middle-aged man turned his head to look.

He saw that the newcomer was the child he had adopted, named: Ye Luochen.

He waved his hand and said with a smile, "Chen'er, do not tease your Master."

"You are one I have raised since childhood; your talent is naturally clear to me. Before the age of twenty, you have already cultivated to the Sword King realm — such talent already surpasses what your Master had back then."

"Truly, the student surpasses the teacher; I fear it won't be long before you, like your Master, comprehend the Sword Soul and ascend to Sword Saint......."

The youth scratched his head and said sheepishly, "How could I possibly compare with you, Master? You are the number one expert of our Imperial Dynasty. As long as you are still around, in the future I, at best, could only take second place."

The middle-aged man laughed in exasperation, about to say something.

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