The reason Shen Muyu is hailed as an unprecedented genius in the Shen Family for a thousand years is due to his astonishing creativity in the Sword Dao.
The Ten Fingers Sword, which he created in his youth, amazed the entire Shen Family upon its debut and established him as the foremost figure of the younger generation.
As the name implies, the Ten Fingers Sword is a swordsmanship extending from the ten fingers of both hands. The key lies in Shen Muyu’s creative integration of ten distinctly different Sword Intents perfectly with his fingers.
This alone was enough to make even a genius like Shen Hongyi admit defeat.
Because, generally, a Sword Cultivator would specialize in only one Sword Intent their entire life, and even the exceptional ones would at most master two.
No one has ever been able to wield ten different Sword Intents at once like Shen Muyu, without any conflict.
For instance, at this moment, the Sword Intent Shen Muyu is displaying is unique to his left index finger, named Scorching Fire.
Like its name, though its force is not imposing, wherever it passes through, even space is scorched with extreme high temperatures, leaving charred traces.
Yet, Xue An only responded with a cold smile, unhurriedly raising his hand against the thrusting Sword Intent, gently snapping his fingers towards the void.
Bang!
Space trembled violently, and even the Sword Intent that had already surged forward was simultaneously shredded, vanishing into nothingness.
But Shen Muyu did not pause, and his right index finger angled upwards, slashing out a second sword.
The sword is named Absolute Cold.
In stark contrast to the previous Scorching Fire, this sword charged upward with a chilling aura, causing a subtle cracking sound in the space just scorched by Scorching Fire.
In actuality, all this happened extremely fast, beyond the descriptive capability of words.
To the spectators, it seemed as if Shen Muyu unleashed two pletely different Sword Intents almost simultaneously.
A Sword Cultivator widened their eyes in disbelief, murmuring, "Can Sword Intent be used this way?"
Without mentioning the Sword Cultivators in the stands whose views were overturned, Xue An faced the Absolute Cold sword without any hesitation, letting out a soft shout.
"Break!"
With the mand, the Sword Intent capable of freezing everything shattered upon hearing it, but it was at this moment that Shen Muyu’s third sword arrived.
This sword emanated from his left thumb, named Heavy Rock.
Upon its arrival, the space within ten feet suddenly sank, and the dust particles suspended in the air crashed to the arena surface like meteors, leaving numerous small pits on the exceedingly hard surface, a testament to the sword’s domineering force.
Yet, regardless of how domineering the Sword Intent was, before Xue An, it dissipated into smoke.
Even with the weight of ten thousand tons bearing down, it could not cause Xue An’s shoulders to waver.
However, while he could withstand, the space, having endured successive trials of ice and fire, could no longer hold.
Amidst incessant explosions, even the space reinforced by twelve Yuan Ding finally shattered.
And this was exactly what Shen Muyu desired.
He knew, with just those three swords, he couldn’t do anything to Xue An.
All he wanted was to break this space.
At this moment, space fragments whirled, forming a small vortex.
And it was then that Shen Muyu’s eyes lit up with divine light, and he struck again.
This sword emanated from his right thumb, named Sharp Slash.
Upon its emergence, this Sword Intent carried an aura of extreme sharpness, piercing through the space vortex, directly thrusting towards Xue An’s face.
Not only did the space vortex fail to slow its force, but it also added a touch of ferocity.
But it was at this moment that a light chuckle was heard.
"After so long, only this sword looks decent!"
As the voice trailed off, two fingers appeared out of thin air, then deftly pinched this Sword Intent.
Boom!
The sword intent, which had been thrusting forward, was forcibly halted by these two slender, white fingers, creating a gust that made Xue An’s hair sway.
Silence fell over the entire arena.
Even Shen Muyu had a hint of surprise in his eyes.
Because this Sword Intent, seized by Xue An, was but inches away from his brow.
Such a distance was trivial for the sword itself.
One could say that a slight delay might have resulted in Xue An being severely injured.
But he chose to act at a peak moment.
It signified tremendous confidence.
On the stands, Shen Hongyi suddenly began to tremble because she realized in horror.
Xue An’s strength had progressed terrifyingly since their last battle.
It was as if he had been reborn.
Shen Hongyi was sure that if she fought him again, she might not even have a chance to wield her sword.
Such is the gap between a top-tier genius and a genius?, Shen Hongyi thought almost despairingly.
As for Shen Gaoge, who had also fought Xue An, he shrank back in fear at this time, not daring to say a word.
Back then, when battling Xue An, he wasn’t a match for him, let alone now.
Meanwhile, on the arena, Xue An exerted strength with his fingers, breaking the Sword Intent effortlessly, then said calmly.
"If your skill is only at this level, there’s no need for you to leave the arena today!"
During Xue An’s previous battle with Shen Hongyi, he defeated her by risking self-injury.
After the victory, he had to go into seclusion due to excessive injuries.
But this time, facing Shen Muyu, who was much stronger and at a higher realm than Shen Hongyi, Xue An appeared pletely at ease.
All due to the breakthrough of that barrier.
The gap between an Immortal Venerable and a Saint is just one realm, but the difference in strength is inparable.
Previously, Xue An could contend with a Saint only by relying on his powerful Divine Sense and realm.
Upon achieving the status of a Saint, he received prehensive enhancement and improvement.
Hence, he dealt with Shen Muyu without reservation.
Shen Muyu’s pupils slightly contracted, then he took a deep breath.
"Xue An, your strength is indeed impressive, but it’s too early to boast!"
"Oh? Then feel free to try!" Xue An replied with a faint smile.
As the words fell, the aura around Shen Muyu surged sharply, and he stepped forward.
He pointed with his sword finger.
This sword seemed to touch the water surface, causing shallow ripples in space that swiftly spread, intensifying as they spread.
When they neared Xue An, they had already turned into towering waves.
Curiously, even so, you felt no killing intent.
It was as if the sword merely aimed to stir up waves.
This was the essence of the sword, named Supreme Softness.
This time, Xue An’s expression finally became slightly serious, and he softly shouted, "Good one!"
Then he struck with a palm.
The palm force imprinted on the towering waves, directly shattering them.
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