A single sword that astounds the world, unparalleled elegance.

People could hardly imagine just how dazzling Sword Immortal Changgeng was at his peak.

“No wonder our Old Ancestor was scolded by the Sword Immortal and didn’t dare to utter a single harsh word.”

Gulp—

A certain evildoer from the Imperial Province swallowed several times, finally understanding the true strength and prestige of Sword Immortal Changgeng.

Looking across the world, none could surpass him.

“Even though it was just the first probing round, it already shows the terror of the Sword Immortal. Even in his old age, he is not to be underestimated.”

Among the crowd, a group of Mahayana cultivators who were not qualified to participate in the battle secretly exclaimed, their hearts trembling and emotions fluctuating greatly.

“Why is there such a huge gap between us, all being Mahayana cultivators?”

The combined attack of over a hundred top powerful figures was effortlessly blocked by the Sword Immortal.

“Among the sword cultivators of this era, who dares to call themselves an immortal besides him?”

This scene fell into the eyes of the crowd, leaving them in disbelief.

To this day, no matter how powerful a sword cultivator is, they dare not claim the title of Sword Immortal.

They only dare to call themselves Sword Lords, not daring to be mentioned in the same breath as Sword Immortal Changgeng.

Even after ten thousand years, it remains so.

There were once self-proclaimed extraordinary sword masters who wanted to create a new era.

However, when those people went to Purple Cloud Mountain and saw the supreme sword intent lingering between heaven and earth, they all submitted and no longer dared to look down on the heroes of the world, their hearts filled with reverence.

“Is this all you can do?”

After one move, Li Muyang stood with his left hand behind his back, his right hand holding a broken sword, his expression indifferent.

If one were to close their eyes, they would never imagine that the person daring to face a hundred heroes alone would be a lame old man. One would think of an immortal with a Dao bone, controlling the universe.

“Apologies.”

The powerful figures exchanged glances, their hearts tightening, planning to bring out their trump cards to battle the Sword Immortal.

They had thought they could force the Sword Immortal back with a combined move, but it seemed they had overestimated themselves.

“Don’t hold back, just attack.”

Li Muyang had honed his sword for ten thousand years and had gained enlightenment. Now, he wanted to fight, to let his old bones move around, so he could battle the Heavenly Dao again someday.

I have ascended the divine bridge, no longer Mahayana.

The common cultivators do not know, their vision is limited.

Above Mahayana is the divine bridge; stepping onto the divine bridge means no longer being a mortal being.

In simple terms, Li Muyang was already a Quasi-Emperor.

He had fought against the will of heaven, wanting to become stronger, to go deeper into the divine bridge. Unfortunately, he lost, fell from the divine bridge, no longer at his peak.

Now, after ten thousand years of Dao heart tempering, one of his feet had stepped onto the divine bridge again, making a comeback.

“Come, fight!”

Li Muyang’s soft shout was like the tolling of an ancient bell, the resounding Dao sound echoing through the eight directions.

The word “fight” overturned the starry sky for thousands of miles ahead, causing many old fellows to take half a step back, cold sweat appearing on their foreheads.

“In the past, I wouldn’t have dared to dream of fighting Sword Immortal Changgeng. Today, regardless of the outcome, it will be worth it.”

An old fellow at the forefront clenched his hands tightly, trying not to be too afraid, a long-lost battle intent appearing in his eyes.

“Four-legged Heaven Cauldron!”

A bald old man formed a seal with his hands, a groove appearing between his eyebrows. Immediately, a four-legged black cauldron emerged, gradually enlarging to hundreds of feet high.

Then, the bald old man stepped onto the black cauldron, gathering his Dao power, and charged towards Li Muyang.

“I never thought I would get to spar with the Sword Immortal in this life.”

A powerful figure proficient in Sword Dao held a three-foot sword, his eyes burning as he swung his sword.

He had once witnessed Li Muyang’s unparalleled elegance in his battle against the heavens, then comprehended the Dao for hundreds of years on Purple Cloud Mountain, borrowing Li Muyang’s supreme sword intent lingering in the world, reaching the realm of Sword Dao transcendence, greatly increasing his strength.

Today, fighting against the Sword Immortal he revered the most, his emotions were extremely complex.

“I have the Nine Extremes Diagram; I wonder if the Sword Immortal can break it.”

The Supreme Ancestor of the Nine Extremes Sect directly took out the sect’s treasure, a square Dao diagram, which emerged from his palm and was thrown into the void.

In an instant, the Nine Extremes Diagram became incomparably huge, stretching for ten thousand miles, exuding a soul-trembling pressure.

Swoosh—

The Nine Extremes Diagram covered Li Muyang’s head, the ultimate formation appearing, trapping him.

The black cauldron also came crashing from the side, with a terrifying power capable of shattering stars.

Thousands of sword lights surged, roaming the vast starry sky like silver dragons, forming an unparalleled sword formation, charging straight at him.

“The enemy has myriad techniques, but one sword can break them all.”

Li Muyang tightened his grip on the broken sword, first flicking it, causing the Nine Extremes Diagram above his head to shake violently, its Dao marks disordered.

“Swish”

Then he thrust his sword to the side, sending the four-legged black cauldron flying, injuring the powerful figure standing on it.

“Boom”

He swung his sword several times, cutting off the surging flames, shattering the thousands of thunder techniques descending from the sky, causing dozens of top sacred weapons to emit trembling sounds.

For a moment, the entire starry sky was covered by terrifying laws, the dazzling supernatural powers and Dao techniques spanning millions of miles. Visibly, inch by inch, the void continuously shattered, forming countless twisted black holes.

“Seal!”

The Old Ancestor of the Nine Extremes Sect controlled the Dao diagram, using all his strength, finding a moment he deemed suitable, and attacked again.

The Nine Extremes Diagram pressed down on Li Muyang, intending to suppress him.

Li Muyang glanced at the Dao diagram, his expression unchanged, and slowly said, “Just a piece of rag, and you want to trap me? Ridiculous.”

Immediately, Li Muyang wielded his sword to fend off attacks from all directions, raising his left hand above his head, pointing upwards unhurriedly.

His Sword Dao had already reached transcendence, and a flick of his finger was a supreme sword light.

“Whoosh!”

The finger light was like a shocking beam, directly hitting the Nine Extremes Diagram, preventing it from descending.

In the next moment, the supreme sword intent swept through every corner of the diagram, causing dozens to hundreds of tiny cracks to appear.

“Withdraw!”

The Old Ancestor of the Nine Extremes Sect panicked, hurriedly retrieving the treasure.

Looking down at the damaged Nine Extremes Diagram in his hand, his heart ached to the extreme.

“Boom, boom, boom…”

No matter how many divine weapons or Dao techniques they had, they couldn’t suppress Li Muyang’s sword might.

However, with his current physical condition, it was unlikely that Li Muyang could defeat over a hundred top powerful figures on his own.

After all, he hadn’t truly recovered his peak combat power and could only maintain a balance with the powerful figures for now.

After hundreds of rounds, the powerful figures were frightened, not expecting Li Muyang to hold on for so long.

If the fight continued, it would indeed turn into an inextricable deadlock. By then, there would inevitably be casualties on both sides, with unimaginable consequences.

“Sword Immortal, are you really unwilling to yield?”

Someone shouted loudly.

Li Muyang appeared calm on the surface, but he was indeed under some pressure.

The people before him were all peak Mahayana cultivators. Li Muyang, with his withered blood and energy, holding a broken sword, could exhibit such combat power, exceeding countless people’s understanding, leaving them terrified and shocked to the extreme.