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Xu Zimei arrived at the arena, and it was already swarming with a dense crowd.
In the very center of the arena, two young men stood with swords in hand.
The youth on the left wore a green robe, his eyes indifferent, with endless sword intent bursting from his pupils.
Around him, the sword intent enveloped his being, steadfast and eternal, conveying an indomitable, ageless mood.
The youth on the right was draped in a white robe, lacking a formidable aura, with no sharp sword light emanating from his person.
He seemed more like an average ordinary person, his white robe as pure as snow, a longsword hanging at his waist.
Xu Zimei looked at the youth in white and was slightly surprised.
"Isn’t that Yan Buhui?" Xiao Guizi blinked, saying with astonishment.
Before this, Yan Buhui had parted with Xu Zimei, saying he was going to the mundane world to comprehend his Sword Dao.
At the time, Xu Zimei thought he would hone his skills in the Extreme West Region; it never crossed his mind that Yan would directly set out for the Eastern Continent.
Having not seen each other for a long time, Yan Buhui’s aura had reverted to a simple and unadorned state.
He no longer displayed his most fierce sword light outwardly as he used to do.
Watching the two in the center of the arena, the noisy crowd below discussed fervently.
"That young man in white doesn’t seem so special, he’s already lost in terms of presence to the Unbroken Sword, Qin Feiming."
"Who do you think can compare to Qin Feiming? A few years ago, the Saint Heir from the Mo Family came to challenge him and left covered in dust just the same."
"Which Mo Family?" someone asked, puzzled.
"In the key area of the Eastern Continent, how many Mo Families could there be? Of course, it’s the Mo Family where the Taoist Array Great Emperor resides," someone explained.
Hearing that explanation, someone next to them curiously asked, "If their Saint Heir was defeated, would the Mo Family just stand by and do nothing?"
"Do you even know the background of this Qin Feiming?" someone said, chuckling, "He hails from the Heaven Edge Pavilion."
Just the three simple words "Heaven Edge Pavilion" immediately quieted the scene like a chill had fallen.
A sect with three emperors, that legacy hung over everyone’s heads like a sharp blade.
Since the day the Heaven Edge Emperor established the Heaven Edge Pavilion tasked with Destiny, and later fortified by Great Emperor Zhichi and Fiery Emperor.
This enormous organization is neither a sect nor a family; it rather exists like an intelligence agency.
They collect news of all extraordinary people and items in the world, then sell the information to those who need it.
Even the rankings of the world’s treasured items and influential figures are arranged by them.
The headquarters of Heaven Edge Pavilion is located in the Central Continent, and they have set up branches in the other four continents.
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In the central position of the arena, Qin Feiming’s gaze was like a torch, plainly looking at Yan Buhui, and he said flatly, "Defeat me, and you can obtain the legacy of the Eternal Sword God."
"I don’t care about the Sword God’s legacy," Yan Buhui smiled and said slowly, "I just enjoy the process of fighting with sword cultivators."
Hearing Yan Buhui’s words, Qin Feiming’s gaze slightly hardened, his green robe fluttering, he slashed with his sword.
A sudden burst of sword light fell from the sky, as if the heavens and earth were split in two.
Yan Buhui slightly raised his head, and at that moment, he himself seemed to transform into an unsheathed sharp sword.
He replaced his hand for a sword, slowly slicing through the air with his right hand.
The sword light that fell from the edge of the sky instantly shattered, dissolving into nothingness.
"I began learning the Sword Dao at three," Yan Buhui’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Qin Feiming, speaking softly, "At the age of seven, a very important person in my life left me."
A gentle breeze arose between heaven and earth, blowing Yan Buhui’s hair into disarray atop his head.
He lowered his head to look at the sword in his hand, muttering to himself, "From then on, my life has only this sword for company."
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With the clang of metal, myriad sword lights danced chaotically yet piercingly across the sky.
"At the age of sixteen, I ascended to the Holy Sect, and in that same year, I received the ancestral inheritance."
Drawing his longsword, he pointed it at Qin Feiming and said indifferently, "Since then, I have stepped into the Jianghu, honing my Sword Dao amidst the mundane world.
I have traveled from the Extreme West Region to Mixed Yuan Ancient City, where I have seen Mohan’s bandits plundering villages; when I drew my sword, it was for justice.
I have seen Loose Cultivators from Yong Hall slaughter over a secret manual, their blood flowing like rivers, and I understood the pathetic reality behind their actions, revealing that weakness was the original sin.
I also witnessed Sect disciples engaging in deception and intrigue, and innocent bystanders protecting their children with their own bodies before they died.
Long ago, I told myself to walk the Ruthless Sword Dao path, but as I traveled, I came to realize that humans are not plants or trees, who can truly be without emotion?
I could not escape my Seven Emotions and Six Desires after all."
Yan Buhui slowly swung his longsword, and the sky roared with sword shadows, tearing the firmament asunder, engulfing half the world with an unstoppable frigid might.
As the sword light sliced through the air, Qin Feiming’s gaze grew solemn, and he raised his longsword.
With a roar, an unprecedented radiant sword light burst forth from his longsword.
Surrounded by strands of gray aura, this sword light seemed eternal, resilient, and tenacious.
"Qin Feiming’s Unbroken Sword Intent, someone murmured from below.
"It is said to be a derivation he comprehended from the Eternal Sword Intent of the Eternal Sword God."
When the gray Sword Intent soared into the sky, two dazzling sword lights collided with each other.
The sky churned as the sharp Sword Intent caused endless waves in the firmament.
A mushroom cloud bloomed in the sky as if even the void trembled.
Ripples trembled in the emptiness.
Everyone’s ears rang with a thunderous "rumble" as the light from the collision gradually subsided from its initial brilliance.
The crowd below watched the changes in the arena.
Although the fight was so fierce, the arena erected with two ox horns remained unchanged, not even slightly.
It carried the heaviness of two eras and had withstood the unparalleled catastrophe of the Wild Desolation era.
And it still stood unyielding.
The two men in the arena stood facing each other, their clothes and hair flapping loudly in the wind created by the sword lights.
"You, you’re quite good," Qin Feiming said after a moment of silence, speaking slowly.
As his words fell, there was a "snap" as his longsword broke in two.
"The sword... it’s broken," someone below murmured in disbelief.
"The sword, too, has feelings," Yan Buhui replied flatly.
At that moment, all four of his Vein Gates were open, and the aura of the Empty Vein Realm enveloped his surroundings.
His gaze was as sharp as a sword, and he himself was like a sword.
"You’ve won," Qin Feiming said with some difficulty.
His words were tinged with wistfulness and seemed somewhat resigned. 𝘯𝑜𝑣𝑝𝑢𝘣.𝑐𝑜𝑚
"No, get another sword, and we’ll fight again," Yan Buhui shook his head.
"I was ultimately one move behind," Qin Feiming shook his head and said, "Even if we fought a million more times, the outcome would still be the same.
I was too fixated on the literal meaning of the words ’Unbroken Sword Intent.’
You’ve won, and you also deserve to receive our master’s true inheritance."
Upon hearing Qin Feiming’s words, Yan Buhui remained calm throughout, even when it came to the inheritance of the Sword God.
