Piaomiao Sword Palace, in front of the Sealing Sword Tower.

A dialogue between a master and a disciple, stirring up a storm in countless hearts.

Those with keen eyes have recognized these two are the strongest of their time, belonging to the pinnacle of the Sword Dao.

Even those who are privy to the inside story understand the grand spectacle about to unfold.

They are excited, yet fearful. Excited about the upcoming spectacle, but afraid of being caught in the aftermath of the two's battle.

Even in the Divinity Realm, no one dares to claim they could remain unharmed in the aftermath of a battle between two of Sword Dao's strongest.

"Defeated by intrigue and cunning, it was my lack of foresight. Losing the sword was also because I trusted you too much. For these nine hundred years, I have always taken this as a lesson, never forgetting the teaching of that day."

The Sword God looked at Shen Yunji, who still kept his head bowed, and said indifferently, "I had told you before, a swordsman should not be defeated by intrigue and cunning, so you should learn strategy, so that you will not be defeated by others outside of direct combat.

My lack of strategy led to defeat, hence the price of nine hundred years.

You ignored the teachings of your master, conspired with outsiders to harm your master, are you prepared to pay the price?"

"Since you escaped confinement, master, your disciple has been waiting for this day to come," Shen Yunji said, still with his head bowed.

"Do you regret it?"

"Disciple…" Shen Yunji slowly raised his head, for the first time meeting his opponent's gaze since the appearance of the Sword God, "No regrets!"

"Indeed, master is a once-in-a-millennium innate swordsman, with a pure heart for the Dao. Yet it is precisely this purity that brings about great calamity.

Nine hundred years ago, when master first seized the Heavenly Demon Evil Qi, then killed the Demon Lord, your disciple understood then, if no one could restrain you, a catastrophe would be inevitable. The world was already devastated, unable to withstand another great calamity.

Master once taught your disciple, a sword drawn is without regret, a swordsman should never dwell on 'regret'. Your disciple, for all living things, and for righteousness within the heart, does not regret drawing the sword against master."

The words were spoken calmly, yet resolutely. Over these nine hundred years, Shen Yunji often felt guilty for the past betrayal, but he had never regretted it.

No one understood the Sword God better than this disciple, and no one was more aware of the Sword God's prowess. So when the Righteous and Demonic approached him simultaneously, he agreed without hesitation.

Furthermore, even if time could be reversed, if the events of that day replayed, Shen Yunji would agree again without hesitation.

"Hahahaha…"

Hearing these words, the Sword God couldn't help but laugh heartily, "It seems I still possess some skill in teaching disciples, at least I've taught a reasonably competent swordsman."

"So-called life and justice, to me, are nothing but nonsense. My Sword Dao doesn't need such things. But to you, they are responsibilities greater than a master's grace. You have this heart, which disappoints me, but your insistence on your heart pleases me."

"Now…"

The Sword God slowly extended his right hand, a pure white sword tip tearing through the void, the sword body extending and gripped by the Sword God.

"Draw your sword."

To punish the betrayer, yet also to give the disciple one final battle qualification, the Sword God invited battle, and a supreme battle was about to commence.

"Zheng~~"

The sword 'No Return' slowly unsheathed, Shen Yunji's gaze serene like never before, complex emotions of respect, guilt, and more departed from his heart, leaving him.

No matter his previous mental state, upon drawing the sword, Shen Yunji cast aside all distractions, his Sword Heart clear, his fierce Sword Intent directly confronting the Sword God.

The Sword God was right, Shen Yunji was indeed a competent swordsman, deserving of the Sword God's draw.

"Hu—"

A gentle breeze blew between the two, and then this invisible entity was torn into countless unseen streams of air by the Sword Intent, dispersing in all directions.

"Sss—"

These minute, imperceptible streams grazed a spectator's face, leaving a bone-deep sword scar.

Others caught in the stream's wake were as if slashed by swords, suffering severe injuries.

"······"

Everyone glanced around and collectively retreated, giving way to a large space, inadvertently moving a certain wheelchair-bound Palace Master from the outer edge to the forefront.

Only then did people notice that the Palace Master of Piaomiao Sword Palace had arrived at some unknown time; many couldn't help but covertly regard this famed Sword Dao strongman.

Mo Guming pushed through the crowd, approached the wheelchair, bowed his head, and transmitted, "Why has the Sword God come here? Met his disciple, and what now?"

If these two fight, the Piaomiao Sword Palace, barely completed less than a year ago, can forget about it. Even the Divine Capital, three miles away, might get affected.

Battles aren't stationary contests; with the strongest's speed, their battleground won't be limited to just three miles.

Moreover, their range of attack moves won't be confined to three miles either.

"Just keep them from fighting here." Qing Yu replied softly.

Saying so, he raised his voice, "Gentlemen, the Sword Realm has opened, please!"

The abrupt voice drew all eyes. This Palace Master Ren couldn't possibly lack a brain, daring to speak so to the strongest.

Even though it is rumored that the "Piaomiao Swordsmanship" can exert supreme strength, that's no reason for such recklessness. Surpassing limits isn't without cost; see, you're still sitting in a wheelchair!

However, unexpectedly, both the Sword God and Shen Yunji nodded slightly, and two figures flickered, entering the Sealing Sword Tower.

As Qing Yu appeared, the Sword Qi quietly dispersed, letting Shen Yunji know the other presence he had sensed before belonged to another supreme strongman. As an equal, of course, Shen Yunji wouldn't rashly insist on fighting here.

The Sword God wouldn't let Qing Yu interfere in his fight, but Qiu Jiling and Yuan Jianyi still remained.

If he provoked this Palace Master Ren, he certainly wouldn't mind having Qiu Jiling and his disciple accompany Shen Yunji to their graves.

Yes, to their graves.

Qing Yu didn't believe Shen Yunji could win, and perhaps not even Shen Yunji himself thought he could best the Sword God.

Over a thousand years, there have been supreme exponents in the Sword Dao, but there is only one Sword God.

Although sealed for nine hundred years, the Sword God is the Sword God, unchanged by time. Moreover, would the Sword God not have advanced during confinement? His consciousness remained clear.

"Palace Master Qiu, Yuan Jianzi, are you interested in watching this unparalleled sword fight?" Qing Yu asked Qiu Jiling and his disciple, who had been closely watching the Sealing Sword Tower.

"Why are you helping us?" Qiu Jiling did not express interest, only calmly countered.

"No reason, the Sword God hopes your disciple will surprise him. And I, Ren, owe a debt to the Sword God."

No matter the Sword God's intentions, he indeed sent a great gift to Qing Yu. Thus, Qing Yu naturally wasn't stingy about repaying the favor somewhat.

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