Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Everyone understood that the Vast Azure Sword was the Cloudwater Upper Sect's sect-defining sky-piercing spirit treasure, its killing power and might limitless.

For an ordinary person to control this sword was out of the question. Even stirring a single thread of its sword energy was as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Someone capable of driving this sword with their divine sense, shattering the formation laid by the Eighth Revolution Night Sovereign in a single strike, and even wounding the Ninth Revolution Night Sovereign with one more, must possess incomprehensibly deep Sword Dao talent and cultivation.

Chen Qing gave a slight shake of his head. His expression was perfectly calm, his tone even. "The scene at the time was chaotic. The malevolent formation had just been shattered and the Night Clan high experts were fleeing in every direction. Everyone's attention was on the battle. We only saw the Vast Azure Sword spontaneously manifest the ancestral sword intent."

Nan Zhuoran at his side added, "What Peak Master Chen says is true. The scene was far too chaotic. We were barely managing to protect ourselves, with no attention to spare for anything else."

Li Yujun deliberated for a moment. "In my view, someone capable of controlling a sky-piercing spirit treasure like the Vast Azure Sword must be an unparalleled Sword Dao figure of the Cloudwater Upper Sect. If I were to name the most likely candidate, ten parts in ten it would be Siqí."

Jiang Lishan's brows furrowed more deeply. A flash of complex sharp light crossed the depths of his eyes, yet in no more than an instant, that gravity smoothed back out. He resumed that appearance of untroubled calm.

"Someone capable of controlling a great killing instrument like the Vast Azure Sword is absolutely not an ordinary person." Han Guxi said gravely. "Siqí has been immersed in the Sword Dao for hundreds of years and is the Cloudwater Upper Sect's most senior elder in terms of seniority. Only he could resonate with the ancestral sword intent sealed within the blade."

"This may not be a good thing," Su Muyun said quietly. The words were frank, yet they voiced what everyone present was thinking.