With one sword strike, all Dao methods perished!
Jian Ren's sword strike did not even withstand a single moment before it was utterly shattered by Chu Yang's overpowering blow. The sword energy exploded, and Chu Yang's sword light shot straight into the sky, detonating in a distant desert a thousand miles away with a thunderous crash.
The earth was cleaved open, creating a massive rift extending hundreds of miles, its depth unknown.
Sword intent raged within the rift, seemingly eternal and relentless, instilling fear in all who witnessed it.
On the arena.
Jian Ren was terror-stricken. He could clearly sense that the previous sword strike could have effortlessly taken his life. However, Chu Yang had redirected the sword energy a thousand miles away, sparing him from death.
He gasped heavily, feeling powerless and despondent for the first time since he began practicing swordsmanship. Chu Yang's swordsmanship was overwhelmingly powerful, far beyond his ability to contend with.
Having brushed past death, Jian Ren's heart was in turmoil for a long time.
Eventually, he realized that although he had not suffered any physical harm, his sword heart had been destroyed. Chu Yang's devastating sword strike had left his sword heart shattered under the immense pressure of Chu Yang's invincible sword intent.
At this moment, the entire arena fell silent, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
Even the Sword Sovereign's eyes widened, and he stood up involuntarily.
His gaze was filled with astonishment as he stared at Chu Yang, as if he had discovered an unparalleled treasure. His eyes burned with intensity.
It wasn't just the Sword Sovereign; even the powerful emperors who had been watching through the Heavenly Emperor Mirror were all in shock.
The sword strike that the young Emperor had just unleashed made their hearts tremble, and the invincible sword intent seemed to affect their own Dao hearts, causing them to shudder.
These emperors were the mightiest beings on the Wanling Continent.
Yet, even they felt fear in the face of Chu Yang's invincible sword intent. This showed just how extraordinary Chu Yang's talent in swordsmanship was.
Moreover, Chu Yang had only been practicing swordsmanship for a year.
In this short time, he had already demonstrated the power to slay a saint, displaying an even more domineering and powerful combat prowess than he had when he possessed the Supreme Bone.
It was simply unbelievable.
The young Emperor's monstrous talent left everyone in awe.
For others, it took endless years of cultivation to become a saint.
But for the young Emperor, killing a saint was as easy as lifting a finger!
In just two years, he had walked both the path of Dao and swordsmanship to realms unattainable by ordinary people.
And the young Emperor had achieved in two years what countless others couldn't in a lifetime.
"A peerless monster!"
The cultivators were stunned and repeatedly exclaimed in amazement.
They were left questioning their life choices by the blow dealt by the Emperor. Even though they knew Emperor possessed unparalleled talent in swordsmanship, they never imagined it would be this exceptional.
It was simply beyond belief, absurd to the core!
Chu Yang's single sword strike could already contend with the Sword King, a Saint!
Can a human truly achieve such feats?
Truly, comparing oneself to others leads only to frustration.
Initially, when the Emperor achieved the feat of slaying a Saint in less than a year with the Supreme Bone, it was already incredible.
Yet, they hadn't anticipated that the Emperor's talent in swordsmanship would be even more terrifying.
In just one year, he had reached a level to rival a Saint!
"Thank goodness, thank goodness! Thank goodness the Emperor lost the Supreme Bone, thank goodness the Emperor's sword heart was destroyed..."
The cultivators were sweating coldly, frightened by the Emperor's monstrous speed of progress.
They were grateful that the Emperor had lost these two nearly invincible talents.
If not, with the Supreme Bone and his invincible sword heart, once he entered the realm of the Great Emperor, who could possibly be his match?
By then, even if the legendary Immortal of the Red Dust descended, they might not be able to do anything to the Emperor!
...
The entire Heaven's Sword Sect remained in a silent state, all eyes focused on Chu Yang.
However, Chu Yang's expression remained calm and unruffled throughout.
He approached the Sword Sovereign and clasped his hands in salute, saying, "Master, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."
The Sword Sovereign was absent-minded as he nodded.
It wasn't until Chu Yang's figure had long disappeared from the square that everyone seemed to wake from a dream.
The Sect Master of Heaven's Sword, known as the Sword Sovereign, breathed out heavily, almost trembling as he exclaimed, "What kind of monster have I taken in?"
Boom!
The disciples of Heaven's Sword Sect erupted into a buzz of discussion.
"So terrifying, is this really Senior Brother Chu's true strength?"
"Wow, with such talent in swordsmanship, no wonder the Sect Master singled him out and accepted him as his only direct disciple!"
...
After the Sword Dao Conference, Chu Yang returned to his residence in the pavilion.
Chu Yang practiced diligently, unaffected by his current strength, remaining as humble and dedicated to study as ever.
One day, the Sword Sovereign visited.
He inquired about Chu Yang's understanding of swordsmanship and the path he was pursuing.
But when Chu Yang explained his insights into swordsmanship and the path he was taking, the Sword Sovereign was shocked and deeply gratified.
Constantly marveling, "The younger generation is indeed formidable, truly formidable!"
He was amazed by Chu Yang's courage to choose the most difficult path of invincibility.
At the same time, he felt gratified because such an extraordinary and absurd prodigy was his disciple, something to be immensely proud of.
However, thinking this over, the Sword Sovereign couldn't help but show a hint of embarrassment on his face.
Because he suddenly realized that with Chu Yang's own understanding of swordsmanship, he could no longer provide any guidance.
Chu Yang had chosen a path and a road far more difficult, challenging, and pure than his own.
At this moment, the Sword Sovereign deeply understood the meaning of the saying, "The master leads the way, and the cultivation is up to the individual."
He did not guide Chu Yang as a disciple, but as a master.
Besides leading Chu Yang onto the path of swordsmanship, he couldn't offer any more effective help to him.
...
In the blink of an eye, three years had passed.
During these three years, Chu Yang's swordsmanship continued to progress monstrously.
During this time, Chu Yang also noticed that his master, the Sword Sovereign, rarely came to see him anymore.
It seemed as if he, too, had been struck and had immersed himself in secluded cultivation.
Now, the only contact Chu Yang had with Heaven's Sword Sect was through a servant assigned by the Sword Sovereign to take care of his daily affairs.
Chu Yang also sensed that he had reached a bottleneck in his swordsmanship.
Merely relying on diligent cultivation was not enough; it was wasting too much time.
From this servant, Chu Yang learned that Heaven's Sword Sect had a mountain peak named Void Sword Peak.
Even the Sword Sovereign himself had only managed to reach the seventh level.
Void Sword Peak had a total of ten levels, and each advancement would bring a huge improvement in swordsmanship comprehension.
Sparkling with determination in his eyes, Chu Yang thought:
Void Sword Peak!