"Clang, dang, dang..."
The blade flashed like lightning, the sound shattering the void, the two long blades whistling back and forth, blade energy devouring the sky.
Long Chen didn't know how many times he had fallen down the Blade Sharpening Staircase. Every time he came up, Luo Zichuan would switch to a different treasured blade.
Every blade has its own history, its own characteristics, and its own unique techniques. Every time Long Chen attacks desperately, thinking he's thought of a countermeasure, he finds his countermeasures completely useless.
"Boom!"
Long Chen and Luo Zichuan clashed like a storm for three hours, but in the end, Luo Zichuan swept down the Blade Sharpening Ladder with a single strike. Meanwhile, Long Chen forcibly smashed a cave into the massive rock at the foot of the mountain.
Long Chen was furious. In the last three times, he had already figured out the way. Although he was still being suppressed, he kept holding on longer and longer, and he saw hope for victory.
That last time, during a fierce three-hour battle, he had attacked sixteen times, turning the tide sixteen times. He clearly saw hope, but in the end, he still lost.
Luo Zichuan's swordsmanship was unpredictable, moving without restraint, leaving no trace. Though it seemed unstructured, every move left a trace.
What annoyed Long Chen the most was that no matter how he tried to attack, Luo Zichuan always pressed him down. Once Luo Zichuan pinned him down, his strength began to drain rapidly, and when it reached a certain level, he would be sent flying with a single strike.
In the fierce battle with Luo Zichuan, he was like a drowning man, pinned into the water and beaten without a chance to catch his breath. Long Chen fought Luo Zichuan fiercely and held his breath; when he couldn't hold it anymore, he was slashed away with a single blade.
However, Long Chen couldn't find any solution; he could only desperately hold on. He couldn't understand how Luo Zichuan was able to catch his breath under such a terrifying rapid attack.
What discouraged Long Chen most was that Luo Zichuan had always fought him fiercely with the cultivation of the Four Extremes Realm. In his life, he had never felt such a strong sense of defeat.
Fortunately, Long Chen was extremely determined and refused to admit defeat. Instead, he grew stronger with each setback. During the fierce battle with Luo Zichuan, he was secretly learning Luo Zichuan's techniques, using them against Luo Zichuan.
Long Chen and the others regained their strength, gritted their teeth, and charged up the ladder again. Under his repeated assaults, the ladder was almost as smooth as walking on flat ground, rushing to the top. Seeing Luo Zichuan, he raised his knife and struck without a word.
This time, Luo Zichuan switched to a golden long blade—a rare crescent moon curved blade, shaped like a crescent moon.
The Crescent Moon Curved Blade in Luo Zichuan's hand changed its technique, merging man and blade into one. Unlike any previous style, Long Chen didn't even have a chance to counterattack. Blade shadows roared through the sky, and after less than an hour, Long Chen was slashed away by another strike.
Long Chen's anger surged as he cursed loudly. He had fallen for Luo Zichuan's trick and absolutely refused to believe that Luo Zichuan had mastered so many blade techniques at the Four Extremes Realm. Even if he was exhausted, he couldn't learn so many.
Especially those blade techniques—every move required countless refinements to be so smooth. Luo Zichuan kept saying he wouldn't bully him, but that was utterly shameless.
Yet despite this, Long Chen gritted his teeth and charged upward. This time, Luo Zichuan switched to a two-handed blade. This time, Long Chen couldn't even hold out for half an hour before being sent flying by another strike.
Long Chen was both shocked and furious. Luo Zichuan was practically a freak—his blade technique had reached its peak, wielding both hands like blades at the same time. Long Chen was flustered, unable to read the moves clearly before being struck down.
If it were anyone else, they would have lost all hope long ago. But Long Chen kept charging upward. Time passed bit by bit, and he kept getting slashed and sent flying, then kept charging upward.
Although Luo Zichuan changed blades each time, Long Chen kept holding on longer and longer. Once, he felt his breath was about to run out, about to be sliced away by a single strike.
Suddenly, Long Chen's pores opened wide, and a flood of life energy poured into him from all directions. It was like someone trapped underwater finally getting a chance to surface. He took a deep breath, and in that instant, Long Chen almost screamed. It seemed he had finally mastered the art of breathing.
"Boom!"
Receiving that breath, Long Chen's aura surged, and even his senses became clearer. With a single slash, he collided with Luo Zichuan's long blade. Both of them simultaneously flickered and retreated several steps backward.
Long Chen looked excited. Under Luo Zichuan's suppression, he seemed to suddenly realize something. He felt the whole world become clear, and mentally, it was as if he had been cleansed, becoming flawless and pure.
Luo Zichuan looked at Long Chen and shook his head, saying, "It took you so long to comprehend the power of heaven and earth. You're the dumbest person I've ever met. Since you've grasped it, I can kill you with peace of mind."
He put in so much effort to help you comprehend the power of heaven and earth, just to give you a fair chance to face off.
Kill me, or be killed by me—you can only choose one. Don't say I didn't give you a chance. As
he spoke, Luo Zichuan pressed his large hand on the stone tablet. The tablet trembled, and a beam of purple light shot up into the sky, tearing through the sky.
"Clang!"
The sound of the Thunder-Shaking Blade rang out, and a long, ancient-looking purple blade was held in Luo Zichuan's hand.
Purple energy swirled around the blade, roaring continuously. As soon as it appeared, the entire world fell silent. Apart from the sound of blades, there was no other sound between heaven and earth.
Luo Zichuan looked at the long blade in his hand, his purple pupils shining with divine light. He seemed to become a drawn blade, and said:
"This blade is called Ziwei. It was forged by the Purple Blood Clan with unique techniques in ancient times. This secret technique has long been lost as the Purple Blood Clan declined."
All my treasured swords were found by myself, except this Ziwei hand, which was given to me on credit by one person.
This blade allowed me to turn the tide and save the Luo family from danger, ushering in prosperity.
Moreover, because it activated my Purple Blood Divine Eye, your mother's primordial bloodline was born, but all of this was destroyed by you.
You yourself are not at fault, but for the sake of the family, I must kill you, end this accident, and restore everything to normal. I absolutely cannot allow anyone to block the path to the revival of my Purple Blood clan." "
In the end, you're still an old relic, willing to sacrifice your daughter's happiness for the family's revival.
You treat your own daughter as a tool for childbirth. I despise people like you the most.
Come on, enough talk. Today, I'll defeat you with my own strength and show you that your so-called bloodline is nothing but a huge joke. At
the mention of his mother, Long Chen's anger surged. This stubborn old fellow, with deeply rooted racial ideas, meant Luo Zichuan had denied Long Chen deep in his soul, which was the greatest humiliation to him.
At this moment, Long Chen finally mastered the method of recovering his breath and comprehended countless profound principles of blade techniques. Without any more hesitation, he stepped on the ground like a bolt of lightning, charging toward Luo Zichuan with a blade like lightning, slashing down at him.