Sixth floor, fifty-third stage.0

I follow the sword with the ease of flowing water. Let your flames rage; I shall slice through them like a fierce wind!0

Wang Sheng now stood as steady as a mountain in the center of the grand hall. He drew circle after circle of varying sizes with his longsword, each one seamlessly connected to the next. He continuously blocked the sword phantasms attacking from all directions.0

Moving as fast as lightning, a phantasm dashed around him like flowing light, a blade of condensed frostlight in hand. Its sword momentum fell on him like rain, striking his circles one after another in a relentless assault.0

The Dual-Polarity Sword Intent excelled at defense; it could not be broken easily by force. However, Wang Sheng's defense was not flawless. His Daoist robe had already been torn in several places. Fortunately, the sword technique that the phantasm used focused on speed and swiftness rather than brute force, preventing it from causing severe damage.0

The sword techniques carved into the stone walls of the sixth floor were worthy of being called profound. If any of them were to be spread outside, sects would collect them and classify them as part of the inner core of their cultivation techniques. The sword sect truly lived up to its name—its foundation was undeniably...0