In order to get his master to help Zhao Cheng, Zhou Chuan did not hesitate to betray Yang Taozhi, thus facilitating the sword test between Jinghai Sword Master and Yang Taozhi.

However, the sword trial was conducted very discreetly. The Anecdotes Society not only didn't publicize it, but also deliberately suppressed the news. This was because Zhao Cheng knew perfectly well that although Yang Taozhi was already very strong, she would definitely lose to the Jinghai Sword Master, and he couldn't allow the prestige of Zhao Han, the Vermilion Bird Divine General, to be affected.

After that battle, Yang Taozhi was injured and recuperated for half a year, but she did not blame Zhou Chuan. Instead, she used this opportunity to reject Zhou Chuan's love and focused on seclusion.

Despite this outward appearance, Yang Taozhi was grateful to Zhou Chuan.

Yang Taozhi benefited greatly from the sword trial with the Jinghai swordsman.

But no one knew that Cangwu also felt it was worth it.

He boasted that he was proficient in all kinds of sword techniques and was the number one swordsman of this era, but Yang Taozhi's act of lending him a sword shocked him.

In recent years, Cangwu has been studying this swordsmanship.

A breeze began to stir in the canyon, causing the branches to sway and rustle.

The sounds of fighting below the city suddenly fell silent, as if the battle had ceased.

All that could be heard was a continuous buzzing sound from within the city.

A short while later, a sword floated horizontally.

One.

Two.

Five.

Ten.

One hundred.

Then thousands upon thousands of them flew into the sky, densely packed, and converged on the top of Cangwu's head.

The warriors below the city stopped and looked up at the sky, which was now covered by a mass of swords. Their eyes were filled with shock; they had never seen such a sight before!

If the initial silence was Cangwu's inner world, then this moment is true silence.

At this moment, Luo Wushan shouted: "Little Black, Little White!"

Upon hearing this, Hei Tong and Bai Wa leaped up the valley peak at top speed and came to Luo Wushan's side, one on the left and one on the right.

Without saying a word, Luo Wushan placed his hands on the heads of the black-faced boy and the white-faced boy, and black smoke immediately rose from his body.

The bodies of the black boy and the white boy were visibly degenerating at an alarming rate, but their faces showed no resentment or pain, as if the passing of life was a common occurrence for them.

Luo Wushan loosened his grip, and the withered black and white dolls fell to the ground. Luo Wushan took a deep breath, and the breath he exhaled was black. He looked extremely satisfied.

Cangwu glanced at Luo Wushan with disdain and said, "I thought you were afraid of my stunt and would call your disciples for help, but I didn't expect that I overestimated your humanity. You actually absorbed their cultivation."

Luo Wushan disagreed, and even felt a little regretful, saying, "Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai have excellent aptitude. They are the most talented among all my disciples. I originally wanted to train them to become grandmasters before using them, but it's a bit of a pity."

Cangwu said, "Old tortoise, using others' methods is always a side path; your own is always the best."

Luo Wushan sneered, "Old codger, you still like to stand on the moral high ground to judge others. I'm using someone else's sword, but isn't the sword you borrowed also someone else's?"

"Further words are useless, prepare to die!"

Cangwu stopped arguing with Luo Wushan and manipulated all the swords to stab at Cangwu.

Thousands upon thousands of swords swarmed toward Cangwu, rapidly merging into one in the process, eventually forming a gigantic sword.

Although he borrowed a sword, Cangwu still used the method of "Ten Thousand Swords Return to One".

But this is the true meaning of "All Swords Return to Their Origin"!

In this era, if Cangwu is the best in swordsmanship, then Luo Wushan is the best in internal strength. When Wen Hu invited him to come out of seclusion, he used only his internal strength to keep Wen Hu and Luo Ying from getting close. Now, having absorbed the cultivation of Hei Tong and Bai Wa, his internal strength has reached a terrifying level.

He threw away his crutches, spread his arms, and faced the giant sword that had merged into one in front of him. Instead of dodging or avoiding it, he gathered his inner strength between his palms and directly confronted it head-on!

"The clouds and rain of Wushan!!!"

Boom!

The sky, now obscured by the giant sword, truly darkened, and a thunderclap resounded in the air, followed by rolling rumbles of thunder.

Cangwu thrust the sword's tail towards Luo Wushan, while Luo Wushan propelled the internal energy in front of him to collide with the sword's tip. Instantly, a wave of energy exploded outwards in a circle, leveling the valley peak beneath their feet.

The two of them remained suspended in mid-air, their faces pale and looking much more haggard.

It was as if he had aged decades in an instant.

The soldiers below the city instinctively dodged the falling rocks, and when they looked up again, their eyes were filled with not only shock but also admiration.

What a battle this was!

He must be the strongest in the world, right?

If Zhao Cheng were here, he would surely realize that he had underestimated the power of this world.

The battle between Cangwu and Luowushan was nothing short of a clash of gods.

Aside from the warriors with mediocre martial arts skills, the three grandmasters Zhao Yan, Luo Ying, and Xu Qingshan were also shocked. They still had a long way to go to reach this extraordinary ability to destroy mountains.

Yang Taozhi was also shocked by this scene.

She had been there for a while, but she hadn't shown herself in order to watch the battle between Cangwu and Luo Wushan. However, she now understood very well that Cangwu and Luo Wushan's fierce fight had exhausted their life force.

To put it bluntly, neither of the two old guys are up to it anymore.

So she stopped looking and drew her sword to attack Luo Ying and Xu Qingshan, who were fighting with Zhao Yan and his wife.

The appearance of Yang Taozhi broke the deadlock, forcing Luo Ying and Xu Qingshan off the city wall.

Yang Taozhi disregarded the fact that the two sides were fighting again and jumped down from the city wall to block their way.

Zhao Yan breathed a sigh of relief, helped Yang Huanyun sit down to the side, and said, "With Mr. Lian here, you can rest for a while."

Yang Huanyun, with his top-level expertise, was already struggling to assist Zhao Yan, and after fighting for three days and three nights, he was already exhausted. He nodded.

Zhao Yan then jumped down from the city wall, pointed his spear at Xu Qingshan, and said arrogantly, "You're still acting so arrogant now that it's one against one?"

Xu Qingshan remained silent.

Zhao Yan then said, "At first you were the ones who wanted me to surrender, now it's your turn. Will you surrender or not?"

Yang Taozhi could see the situation of Luo Wushan and Cangwu, and Luo Ying could see it too. Although he had no feelings for his father, he was still in a heavy mood. Under Zhao Yan's provocation, the smile that was always on his face had disappeared, and his eyes turned ferocious as he looked at Yang Taozhi.

At that moment, a voice from Cangwu, weathered by time, rang out.

"Yang Taozhi, you may borrow my sword again today, but this time, it is I who will borrow your sword."

The voice was soft, but powerful, and everyone below the city could hear it.

The giant sword that stood between Cangwu and Luowushan slowly rose into the air, then accelerated towards Yangtaozhi.

Cangwu's voice came again: "After today, there will be no more Jinghai Sword Masters in the world. You, Yang Taozhi, shall be the number one swordsman."

Yang Taozhi sensed the immense energy within the giant sword, which resonated with her inner self. She understood that this was Cangwu's final act of assistance.

It wasn't that she asked Cangwu to lend her the sword; rather, Cangwu lent it to her on his own initiative.

It is mutual assistance.

It is also a legacy.