Remould the Glory of Sword Art

"Boom!"

The scene of Zhao Chunyang punching in the outskirts of the Imperial City is etched deep into the bottom of Heart Lake.

With this punch from Wu Zhexian, there were no embellishments.

What there was...

Was the "supremely rigid and pure" Great Dao Intent!

Lu Yuzhen immediately adopted a defensive stance, crossing his palms over the Dantian.

But it was useless.

This punch pierced through the palms, pierced through the skin, entered the lungs, and forcefully penetrated the body with great power. Paper Taoist's pupils contracted, his face turning pale as he tried with all his might to suppress the blow... Yet ultimately, it was Wu Zhexian who won the clash, this punch's powerful energy fully erupted, causing Lu Yuzhen's feet to leave the ground uncontrollably, transforming into a cannonball that crashed heavily into the Heavenly Peak of the White Paper Barrier. Immediately afterward, that Yang God Realm Martial Artist, who had restrained all his energy, slightly bent his knees, squatting and then springing into the air, reappearing above Lu Yuzhen's back.

A knee strike.

Lu Yuzhen turned into a meteor once more, crashing to the ground.

"...?"

Ye Ancestor's pupils trembled, looking at this scene in disbelief.

The two figures, like two straight lines, continuously intersected the Heavenly Peak and ground—

Wu Zhexian's punches and kicks were already too fast to discern.

Every strike burned qi and blood; this guy was a complete lunatic, no wonder he dared to attack despite knowing his opponent possessed the "Undying Spring"... it was simply a desperate gamble with life at stake.

Ye Ancestor's Divine Thought could no longer capture their movements.

The entire intact White Paper Barrier was starting to crack.

Lu Yuzhen, like a kite with a broken string, was continuously knocked flying and crashing into the barrier everywhere.

That pure white and majestic heavenly peak, being slashed open with one crack after another...

Ye Ancestor's expression was complex.

It seems he had seen such a scene many years ago.

The "Great Dao Intent" Wu Zhexian displayed at this moment felt incredibly familiar... Back then, there was a guy, although a Sword Cultivator, who made him breathless just using his fists.

This is...

Zhao Chunyang's Great Dao Intent?

At this moment, Wu Zhexian was truly like a sun.

It's just a pity.

The sun would soon burn out.

Such a brilliant strike... was destined to exact a terrible price.

Ten breaths.

The "Desperate Struggle" that Wu Zhexian performed, gathering all his qi and blood, lasted only ten breaths. The streak of light at the heavenly peak began slowing down, from being undetectable even by Divine Thought, to becoming visible to the naked eye; this radiant sun burned for a full ten breaths. However, ten breaths were enough to change the outcome of a battle.

"Boom!"

The last explosion erupted from high in the sky, bursting from the ground.

Lu Yuzhen crashed heavily onto the desolate earth.

At this moment, Paper Taoist was not in a much better state than the "White Ghost". Logically speaking, a cultivator like him, when fighting an enemy of the same realm, should be capturing with a "Dharma Body". Yet he completely took Wu Zhexian's "Life Burning Technique" head-on with his physical body. This physical body was almost battered to pieces, as Wu Zhexian's attack speed was too fast for the Undying Spring's repair speed to keep up.

Wu Zhexian slowly descended to the ground, too weak to remain standing, forced to kneel on one knee, but it no longer mattered... at least he hadn't collapsed.

He took a deep breath, looking at Lu Yuzhen embedded in a crater. The Paper Taoist's body was split with hundreds of wounds, with golden intent seeping from each cut, slicing through skin and organs, but unfortunately, failing to tear the "Dantian".

"Just a little more..."

It should have been excruciating pain.

Yet Lu Yuzhen managed to squeeze out a smile.

He gave a bitter laugh, trying to lift a finger to show how close it was, but unfortunately, this ruined body could not even lift a palm.

"Just a little more... perhaps you really had a chance to kill me..."

Lu Yuzhen looked up at the heavenly peak, his expression filled with lament and nostalgia.

These words were directed at Wu Zhexian.

Lu Yuzhen heard the landing figure and knew Wu Zhexian was beside him.

However, at this moment, he was already utterly "exhausted" and unable to turn his head, only able to look at the fragmented heavenly peak.

Countless paper snowflakes gently fell. Due to the barrier master's severe injuries, these paper snowflakes could no longer transform into swords but only floated down mournfully, the wind and snow's eerie murmur echoed between heaven and earth, as if prematurely mourning someone's departure.

"..."

Wu Zhexian wasn't in much better shape than Lu Yuzhen.

Even though he hadn't collapsed.

His body was already cracking from within.

Such a strike required a price to be paid...

His expression held some regret, thinking if he could have reproduced Zhao Chunyang's intent, perhaps this final strike could have utterly shattered Lu Yuzhen's Grotto Heaven.

"Indeed, still a bit short."

Wu Zhexian also managed a smile with difficulty, his voice hoarse as he said, "But... does it matter anymore?"

"..."

Lu Yuzhen continued to calmly look at the heavenly peak.

He understood Wu Zhexian's meaning.

This wasn't a fair confrontation.

Here, aside from Wu Zhexian, there was also a Yang God.

The White Paper Barrier was now utterly shattered, and large clouds composed of paper snow were collapsing, Lu Yuzhen saw a sliver of sword shadow appearing in the center of his vision.

Someone was suspending a sword in the sky.

"What a pity."

Lu Yuzhen said softly.

Wu Zhexian frowned slightly, not quite understanding why the Paper Taoist would have this reaction at this moment.

In the larger picture of the South Border, success was at hand, even if there was no regret, was there no fear?

In this world, all cultivators, without exception, fear "death".

Lu Yuzhen was now only a step away from death.

"I have a question."

Lu Yuzhen smiled again and asked seriously, "How did you comprehend such a 'technique'?"

"Zhao Chunyang."

Wu Zhexian chuckled lightly.

This technique, he had actually comprehended long ago.

In the battle in the Great Yue Kingdom, against the Peacock Venerable, he had kept this trick up his sleeve.

If back then, the Peacock Venerable had decided to fight to the death with him, he would have burned his qi and blood, attempting to slay that Great Demon on the spot—

But due to the presence of a third party,

This technique wasn't executed.

Now that the sun had burned out and the situation reversed, though Wu Zhexian's qi and blood had dried up, his war intent remained unquenched.

Out of respect for his opponent and respect for Da Sui Sword Palace, he spoke without reserve, "This technique... was thanks to Zhao Chunyang."

"... I see."

Lu Yuzhen showed a look of realization.

Such an expression was rare on his face.

Most things in the world were within his expectations.

Yet who in the vast world could be omniscient and omnipotent?

"Truly worthy of a Guest Elder of the Paperman Sect, a martial talent."

Lu Yuzhen sincerely praised, "Just one fight with Zhao Chunyang, and you could comprehend such 'magic'."

"You and I are not the same."

Wu Zhexian shook his head, expressionless, "The real talent is not me, but Zhao Chunyang. If it were him, you wouldn't be alive now."

"... Makes sense."

Lu Yuzhen grinned, then sighed and said, "That's why I never dared to provoke Da Sui Sword Palace. That old guy's punches are truly heavy; he could really kill me. You're a Yang God Realm Martial Artist, so you should know how difficult it is for people like us who defy the heavens to cultivate to this point, right?"

The same as cultivators.

Practicing swordsmanship or Tao techniques, some people are born favored by the Great Dao, like Xie Xuanyi of the past, progressing rapidly with almost no obstacles.

However, Martial Artists are different.

Martial Artists must endure hardship and pain.

As for Evil Cultivators... it's naturally more dismal. Although Wu Zhexian always looked down on these Southern Border Evil Cultivators, he had to admit that someone like Lu Yuzhen deserves to be called a "warlord".

Already born in the muddy earth, struggling to survive, much less being trampled by everyone.

To cultivate to the Yang God realm.

Is one in ten thousand, a rarity in a millennium.

"Just now, you couldn't kill me..."

After a slight pause.

Lu Yuzhen looked at Wu Zhexian with some regret.

He uttered four words with seriousness.

"What a real pity."