Chapter 3913: Chapter 1875: Claiming Supremacy
Whether or not you watch, it is no reason to take my saber.
Everyone knows it, and Hua Changdeng certainly knows, Bazhun’an has mastered the Witness Sword Technique, capable of nurturing spiritual swords with the Power of Na.
Even if it’s your own sword, held for too long, it might still betray you.
“Ghost Hunter!”
Hua Changdeng’s eyes were cold as he reached out and summoned.
Ghost Hunter imdiately broke free from Bazhun’an’s hand and flew toward its original master.
“Hahaha!”
Bazhun’an laughed out loud, grabbed Ghost Hunter’s tail, and his sword cognition flashed as he surveyed the sword body.
Buzz!
Silver light shimred brightly.
Ghost Hunter’s sword body trembled violently, unable to suppress moaning in the void, enjoying extre pleasure.
“Brother Hua, don’t be anxious.”
“I’m only borrowing it, not taking your sword.”
Bazhun’an seed neither fully awake nor completely drunk.
He didn’t care about Hua Changdeng’s coal-black expression, instead, he turned to look around Spirit Lake, his voice echoing far and wide:
“Path of the Ancient Swordsman, Sword Ancestor was foremost, and now the Sword Ancestor has reincarnated, leaving only 21 fad swords scattered across the world.”
“There was rumor that gathering the 21 fad swords could summon the Sword Ancestor’s legacy and obtain the Ancestral God Fate Chart to reach profound mastery.”
“Whether the Path of the Ancient Swordsman is mysterious or not, true or not, I, Bazhun’an, do not know, but the Sword Ancestor knows, and the 21 fad swords know.”
“Coincidentally, the Saint Servant has collected 30 swords and achieved so success, today perhaps we can verify it.”
“Brother Hua.” Bazhun’an said, looking back at Hua Changdeng, “Will you give so face?”
The Five Domains Spectators were instantly in an uproar.
The gathering of 21 fad swords can bring forth unknown miracles; everyone knows this.
But the ability to summon the Sword Ancestor’s legacy, even the Ancestral God Fate Chart—had Bazhun’an not ntioned it, the world would never have known.
Now everyone’s appetite was whetted; they all fixed their heated gazes on Hua Changdeng:
“Quickly give it!”
“He said it’s just borrowing, not taking your sword.”
“Hua Changdeng, what are you afraid of? Just give it to Bazhun’an; what are you scared of, can you still be killed?”
“Wait a minute, the 21 fad swords… Here at the scene, are there that many fad swords?”
So remained calm, counting the ancient swordsn present; there were no more than ten or so, far from the full count.
Where are the rest of the fad swords?
Surely, just half of them couldn’t be enough to summon the Sword Ancestor’s legacy and the Ancestral God Fate Chart, right?
“Impossible!”
Hua Changdeng’s expression was resolute, and he beckoned with his fingers.
Ghost Hunter’s sword body snapped off the sword cognition, reclaid autonomy, soared through the air, and was caught firmly by him.
Borrowing?
It sounds easy; who knows if you have ill intent?
But Bazhun’an’s post-drunk bravado surged, and seeing the situation, his eyes narrowed, clearly tired of clever words, instead intending to claim by force!
“I already gave you face.”
Watching as his toe tapped the Spirit Lake’s ripples lightly spread.
In the spotlight, Bazhun’an in white clothes soared into the sky, his aura flared with his sleeves, and broke through the universe triumphantly.
“Boom!”
Heavenly Thunder roared, and golden light scattered.
Its magnificent force shattered the black and white of Spirit Lake, broke through the Phantom City and sunrise scenery, and spilled into the void, crowning and honoring the black-haired, white-clothed silhouette in the sky publicly.
Bazhun’an raised his chin slightly, his gaze was domineering, and he spoke loudly:
“A swordsman, ans servant.”
“A sword bearer, ans master.”
This statent changed everyone’s expression, even Elder Wuyue’s.
While the logic is this logic, the Ten Thousand Sword Technique is based on it, but over the years, during the Spiritual Cultivation Era, the concept of sword master and sword servant has faded.
Even those who practice the Ten Thousand Sword Technique hold respect for their swords.
Most of the ti, sword bearers and swords beco close friends, growing side by side, cultivating an unspoken understanding, leading to the possibility of Heavenly Unravel unity.
Bazhun’an acted wildly with drink; has he reached this point?
“What does he want to do?”
“What Eighth Sword Deity? He’s obsessed!”
“Just after a few drinks, is he that contemptuous of swords wanting to seize Ghost Hunter from Hua the Holy Emperor? Can he do it?”
Not only the ancient swordsn felt uneasy.
Many fad swords around were stirred by this, buzzing angrily, ready to burst out.
The Evil sword in Gu Qingyi’s hand, The Bewitching Demon of Gu Qinger, Demonic Emperor Black Dragon of Su Qianqian, Divine-beating Crutch of Lei Shuangxing…
People live for dignity, Buddhas for an incense’s ti, the sa goes for fad swords.
In this world, the status of fad swords is held in high regard.
Even if the base truth is as Bazhun’an said, when bearers use swords or techniques, at least face value respect will be given.
Bazhun’an’s words undoubtedly tore open the wounds of all fad swords!
“Shrill—”
Crane Sword Ting Chen also angrily wanted to co out.
Feng Tingchen hurriedly held the fad sword, lifted his gaze towards the sky-written Bazhun’an, with a moved expression.
“Ten Thousand Sword Technique…”
He realized what Bazhun’an intended to do.
Using force to pressure people, that’s the Ten Thousand Sword Technique, that’s Absolute Imperial Control!
Perhaps this era’s youngsters are used to the equal relationship between sword and person, but the previous generation of Seven Sword Deities, each knew well…
In the past, Eighth Sword Immortal, one glance and wield the sword, wielding the sword then Heavenly Unravel, it was incredibly astonishing!
Master-servant relationships rarely work with others, hence why it gradually faded, evolving to equal respect.
This statent, coming from Bazhun’an’s mouth, is akin to decree from on high, given and followed.
Sure enough, Bazhun’an stood tall and proud as he tore open the wounds of fad swords, his montum no longer hidden, advancing energetically.
“Ornate with twelve strings of mysterious beads, crowned with dragon patterns, I am now the sovereign.”
“Imperial command: All Swords to the Master!”
Five regions erupted into maddening noise, breaking clouds and moon, shattering eardrums.
In a daze, everyone saw in the sky below Bazhun’an’s feet, suddenly unfold the magnificent Way of the Sword Power Upanishad Formation.
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