Outer Sect City, the Celestial Sword Daoist stood still upon a massive white sword, the autumn wind blowing his robes and white hair and beard, giving him an unearthly demeanor, as if he could ascend to immortality at any moment.
Every eave of the city brimmed with the figures of disciples, not only from the Supreme Sect but also cultivators from other sects and noble families, all eager to witness who the number one swordsman of the era would be!
Dark clouds rolled in from the horizon, swiftly covering the entire city and tightening the atmosphere. Everyone dared not speak loudly and could only whisper among themselves.
Martial Resolution stood on the eaves, coming against the wind.
As the wind grew stronger, he had no choice but to cultivate energy to keep his hair from covering his eyes.
"What a formidable aura, truly that of an Immortal."
"Why hasn't the Supporting Dao Sword Venerable appeared yet?"
