"Such strength, it's no wonder that Master Sun can ascend to the position of the Manor Master of Divine Sword Manor as an outsider!" Jiang Ning praised.

Before him, Sun Ming was undoubtedly a legend in the eyes of the world.

In Sun Ming's era, he was the protagonist unique to his time.

From a mere apprentice in a Weapon Forging Shop, he eventually became the Manor Master of Divine Sword Manor as an outsider.

After witnessing Sun Ming's prowess today, Jiang Ning felt even more that Sun Ming was underutilized here.

To grow to this level within a massive clan's power...

The difficulties are unimaginable to outsiders.

Now Sun Ming, silently, has become the foremost expert in Dongling County, aside from himself.

A Heavenly Person Grandmaster who has undergone four Blood Exchanges and mastered two kinds of Great Success Sword Intent.

Even Zhao Yulong, the Residence Master of the Inspection Office, is no match for him.

And Zhao Yulong is not ordinary; months ago, he broke through himself and entered the ranks of Heavenly Person Grandmasters, having undergone two Blood Exchanges.

In all Dongling County, he is considered a renowned strongman.

Just at this moment.

Shangguan Feilong looked at Sun Ming with a complex expression.

"Sun Ming, take the sword!" Shangguan Feilong spoke.

He threw the long sword in his hand, and the Sword Light transformed into a rainbow, seeming to possess its own life, spiraling around Jiang Ning before flying into Sun Ming's hand.

"Manor Master, this sword in my hand cannot deal with him; perhaps it will be different in yours!" Shangguan Feilong said.

Sun Ming raised his hand to catch it, and the long sword fell into his hand.

The next moment.

A touch of surprise crossed his eyes.

"Blood Bonded Living?" he thought silently.

He glanced at Jiang Ning with no intention to strike, then looked at the long sword in his hand.

Then he glanced at Jiang Ning again.

At this moment, Jiang Ning was enveloped by a faint protective golden light, his flesh emitting a clear light, unscarred.

He hesitated for just a moment.

Then he rubbed the sword's edge with his palm, a blood mark appeared, quickly vanished, and was absorbed by the long sword.

The long sword in his hand instantly established a mental connection with him; he could feel the spiritual thought within the sword, which gave him a peculiar sensation of blood and flesh blending.

"Great sword!!!" Sun Ming praised, holding the Divine Sword passed down through the generations by the Shangguan family.

With the Divine Sword in hand, he suddenly understood just how powerful it truly was.

With the Divine Sword in hand, his strength could ascend another tier.

At this moment, he also understood why the Shangguan family could remain prosperous for so long.

The next moment.

Sun Ming swung the long sword in his hand, radiance blossomed, and Sword Intent soared to the sky.

Strong Sword Intent transformed into tangible sharpness, causing Zhao Yulong, who had just stabilized his injuries by consuming pills, to retreat continuously.

Shangguan Feilong seemed weakened from losing the Divine Sword, his nose beginning to bleed, and his whole demeanor withered suddenly.

Faced with the fierce Sword Intent erupting from Sun Ming's body, he too was forced to withdraw from the edge.

"I hope Sun Ming can win!!" Shangguan Feilong thought silently, looking at the Sword Intent erupting around Sun Ming.

At this moment, Sun Ming gave him an immensely powerful impression.

Gifted with the Spiritual blessing of the Divine Sword, the sense of pressure it exerted on him far surpassed that of just moments ago.

"At this moment, Sun Ming should be approaching the level of a top Grandmaster, right?" A thought flashed in Shangguan Feilong's mind.

On the other side.

Feeling the surging power within, feeling the Sword Intent multiplying, Sun Ming was unknowingly somewhat mesmerized.

"Is this what powerful strength feels like?" He slowly raised the long sword in his hand, his gaze blazing.

"With the blessing of the Divine Sword passed down by the Shangguan family, my strength should be infinitely close to that of a top Grandmaster, right?" A thought flashed again in Sun Ming's mind.

"If I could fully master this sword, would I reach heights I never imagined?"

At that moment, a seed of greed began to sprout in Sun Ming's heart.

Just then.

Jiang Ning was already holding a long blade.

In an instant, he moved, arriving within a yard of Sun Ming's body in the blink of an eye.

BOOM——

A springtime thunderclap exploded, Sword Light dazzling.

CLANG——

The screeching sound of metal clashing was deafening.

Even with the Spirit Sword autonomously defending, the strike directly sent Sun Ming flying.

His entire body was surging with Qi-Blood, his fingertips tingling, his body flying backward.

The long sword in his hand emitted wails.

"Are you distracting yourself in battle too? If it weren't for the spiritual weapon with its own spirit, autonomously defending, this blade would have taken your life!" Jiang Ning's voice rang in Sun Ming's ears.

He had endured Jiang Ning's one strike, bursting with Thunder Shocking Realm Intent, knowing well that not a word of Jiang Ning's was untrue.

"Luckily this Divine Weapon has spirit! Without it, defeat would have been inevitable!" As Sun Ming flew backward, the thought flashed again in his mind.

Then at this moment.

BOOM——

A summertime thunderclap exploded, scattering Sun Ming's Heart Spirit.

For merely a moment of distraction.

Jiang Ning struck again with his blade.

The long blade cleaved through the air, like Thunder Light illuminating, turning all around into a bright whiteness.

Sun Ming's long sword once again autonomously drew power, blocking the trajectory of Jiang Ning's inevitable strike.

Instantly like an iron chain across the Jiang.

ZING!

The sound of metal clashing rang out again.

The bursting strong wind swept across all directions like blades.

Puff—

Sun Ming spewed fresh blood from his mouth, and the speed of his flight increased further.

After regaining his senses, he looked at Jiang Ning with horror.

The sword sang like spring thunder exploding, shaking the soul.

The sword emerged swiftly like a startled swan, arriving in an instant.

Just two moves left him with internal injuries, his breath unstable.

At this moment.

Jiang Ning moved again, his figure a blur, and once more appeared within a yard in front of Sun Ming.

Boom—

Spring thunder exploded.

Having learned from the previous two encounters, Sun Ming's mind was steadfast.

As his figure flew backward, he raised his hand and thrust a sword forward.

Crash!

Sword light surged, emitting the roaring sound of raging rivers.

"River Sword Intent!" Zhao Yulong observed the sword intent exploding from Sun Ming's grip, his heart heavy.

He had just personally experienced Sun Ming's River Sword Intent.

With just one sword finger, he was defeated.

Such an exaggerated gap indicated that Sun Ming's strength was on a completely different level.

He must have crossed that threshold and joined the ranks of the strong Grandmasters.

If he were to face Sun Ming one-on-one, judging from the brief encounter, at most a few exchanges would result in him being cut down by Sun Ming's sword.

Now, as Sun Ming wielded the Shangguan family's ancestral Divine Sword, the sword intent surged again. Just the spillover from its aftermath made his whole body ache.

If they faced off directly, he felt that just the scouring of sword intent would dissolve his flesh and blood, resulting in his instant demise.

Engaged here.

Facing Sun Ming's exploding River Sword Intent.

Jiang Ning's eyes blazed with fire, and under the reflection of the flames, his pupils displayed a faint gold.

Using Fire Eye, he could instantly see the energy flow.

Immediately spotting the weak point in the River Sword Intent.

Boom!

He swung down his sword.

As if the solidified River Sword Intent dispersed, its remaining force transformed into exploding sword light.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—

Sounds of piercing through the air rang out.

The fragmented sword light spread, and a burst of blood blossoms exploded, accompanied by cries of pain all around.

In just that instant, more than twenty people fell due to the spread of the aftermath.

Zhao Yulong looked at the blood hole on his palm, deeply shocked.

Just the sword intent contained in the aftermath was something his palm could not withstand.

On the other side.

The onlookers had already come to their senses and retreated in haste.

In the battlefield.

Jiang Ning swung his sword again.

Boom!

Thunder exploded, and the sword like swift light.

Sun Ming raised his hand for another sword. After adapting, his mind was no longer shaken by the thunder resounding in his mind.

The sword light surged, like the roar of a river.

Jiang Ning's sword scattered it effortlessly.

Sword intent burst forth and scattered once more.

Then Jiang Ning executed consecutive sword strikes, each aiming directly at Sun Ming's vital point.

Sun Ming could only explode River Sword Intent to fend off the attacks while continuously retreating.

The two fought from one courtyard to another, and then from that courtyard to yet another.

Everywhere they passed looked like it had been ravaged by a violent storm, a scene of utter desolation.

The aftermath of their exchanges was potent enough to claim the lives of spectators.

Such fierce combat made the crowd dare not watch any longer.

A cup of tea's time later.

Jiang Ning swung his sword again, scattering the incoming sword intent.

"Very formidable!!"

Seeing Sun Ming still showed no signs of weakening, he couldn't help but praise inwardly.

At the same time.

Sun Ming, however, felt secretly alarmed.

From the successive exchanges, he already knew Jiang Ning could see through the weak points of his River Sword Intent at a glance.

No matter how he tried to conceal them, Jiang Ning could precisely strike at those weak spots, dispersing his full-blown River Sword Intent.

Every sword he wielded spared no effort; he did not dare to hold back.

But even so, the situation showed no signs of reversal.

Facing Jiang Ning's attack, all he could do was struggle to cope, fighting while retreating.

And at this moment, Jiang Ning still appeared dragon-vigorous and tiger-strong, causing him to feel a tinge of despair.

Without the support of the Divine Sword in his hand, he knew he would have long since fallen into a decline.

The reason he could still freely unleash his full power now was solely due to relying on the wonders of the Divine Sword in his hand.

Holding the Divine Sword, he felt his power was inexhaustible, no matter how he squandered it, he couldn't drain himself dry.

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