While things are still escalating here, the battle over there is intensifying.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

A burly man clad in iron armor didn't even bother with dodging; he simply raised his shield and attacked the Wanjian Pavilion disciples in front of him.

Iron Mountain Lean.

Iron Mountain Lean.

Iron Mountain Lean.

Pure skill repetition, with its unassuming numerical effects, results in top-tier performance.

Those sharp sword energies failed to penetrate the triple defense of shields, armor, and flesh.

On the contrary, their opponents' rampage prevented them from even making a single contact.

How could they possibly bump into something like that? With such a huge thing crashing into them, the weight and speed would be no different from hitting the bullseye on a national highway for these sword cultivators.

Look at that puddle over there; that's where their brave senior went up. Now it's shattered beyond repair.

Even the most meticulously assembled parts couldn't save it.

There is more than one such expert; the defenses of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion have been breached all the way to where the Pavilion Master is in seclusion.

"Your farce should end now."

Just then, a silver sword light pierced through the defensive line without harming any of the disciples.

It flashed past a martial artist whose weapons were ablaze, each strike bursting with flames.

"Whoosh..."

With a flash of sword light, the man felt no pain at all and continued to swing his broadsword, only to find that his opponent's eyes held a hint of fear.

As he rotated his body, his field of vision decreased.

"What happened?"

Only then did he feel the chill and pain in his lower back.

He was cut in half at the waist.

Knowing this outcome, it was time for him to die.

"Thump..."

Two pieces of the body lay on the ground, blood spreading continuously.

The group, who had been fiercely fighting just moments before, chose to retreat and create distance between themselves.

"You mastered your power so quickly?"

"Isn't that obvious? I can do it if I want to."

Wearing simple training clothes, the person with a full head of white hair walked out.

As he walked, he swung his sword and cut off the excess hair.

"You want to deal with the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion and me? Come on, I'm right here. If you're so capable, come at me all at once."

The Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion is standing right here.

However, none of the experts who had vowed to eliminate him stood up to take the lead.

This person who has reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship seems to be stronger than they imagined.

Did they misjudge something?

The fourth update is finished. The author has once again fulfilled his promise. Please give it a five-star review to support me.

I'm so tired now, I need to rest. I'll resume updating at 3 AM tomorrow. Goodnight everyone.