Chapter 1890: Chapter 1890: The Martial World Is a Murky Pool
Levin Lake also looked bewildered.
This sword, it was left behind by the ancestor.
Although it was a defective item left behind after the ancestor forged it.
But those the ancestor took away, they were all prodigies!
Reverse Heaven Divine Weapons!
This remaining sword ‘Penetrating Flowers’, although a defect, is definitely a famous sword!
There is almost no sword in the world that can match it!
Now?
It’s broken?
Darrell Percival’s breath caught, almost choking him to death.
He thought blood would spill on the spot, the enemy’s corpse would separate.
But now…
“Friend, you attacked by surprise, that’s not abiding by martial virtue.” Julius Reed sheathed Yin-Yang, scrutinizing Wilton Tennyson. “From Sword Sect?”
When this man attacked just now, he seed to proclaim himself as ‘Sect Master of Sword Sect’?
“Correct! I am the Sect Master of Sword Sect! You killed my brother and nephew, today I seek vengeance from you!” Wilton Tennyson’s eyes were filled with determination!
The divine sword was broken.
No problem.
The person is still here!
The indomitable spirit is still here!
The essence and vigor are still here!
For sword cultivators, the sword qi embedded in their bones remains!
Without the weapon, so what?
“Indeed, I see purity in your eyes.” Julius Reed looked at Wilton Tennyson’s eyes, nodding in satisfaction: “Among those who practice Sword Dao, there are many who seek fa. Their swordplay is superficial, flashy. Frankly, they are all style and no substance.”
The sword, by nature, is of kings.
But at so point, the sword beca a symbol of status.
In terms of actual combat, the saber is a more handy weapon.
Yet the sword is purer.
But those who practice the sword, if their mind is impure, how can they cultivate Sword Dao?
Franco Tennyson’s skills displayed on Boulevard Mountain were strong enough, but his sword heart was unstable.
But in Wilton Tennyson’s eyes, Julius Reed saw purity.
“There’s no point in saying more, today only one of us will walk away alive!” Wilton Tennyson placed his right hand on his waist, drawing an ordinary iron sword.
This sword had accompanied him for many years.
When the person dies, the sword breaks.
There’s nothing to be reluctant about.
“I know you are a master, but today I will still draw my sword. I can die, but if I give in, my sword heart will shatter.”
Wilton Tennyson finished speaking and took a deep breath.
In an instant!
The sword qi surged violently!
The entire conference hall suddenly filled with wind.
The wind ca from all directions, gathering on the iron sword in Wilton Tennyson’s hand.
The iron sword seed unable to bear the imnse power, starting to emit a mournful sound.
“It’s a pity if you die.”
Julius Reed stepped forward, forcefully gripping the iron sword!
Instantly.
The wind stopped.
Wilton Tennyson opened his eyes in astonishnt.
Seeing Julius Reed in front of him gripping the blade with one hand.
The sword, always pressing forward.
It never turns back.
Sword qi is the sa.
The imnse sword qi didn’t disperse.
Instead, it was forcibly withstood by the young man standing in front!
Drip!
A drop of blood trickled down Julius Reed’s fingertip.
If it weren’t for the protection of evil qi, an ordinary person would have been instantly slain.
Even Julius Reed sustained a minor external injury.
“I said, if you die, I would find it a pity.” Julius Reed stared closely at Wilton Tennyson: “Your brother and nephew struck first against , should I have passively awaited death?”
“If you practice martial arts, you should know, this world is a muddy water. Enter, and don’t expect to leave cleanly.”
“Their deaths were not by my hands, but theirs.”
Julius Reed slowly released his grip, seized Yin-Yang at his waist with his left hand, and slashed out fiercely!
This one sword.
“How dare you!” Levin Lake exclaid, but to his surprise, Julius Reed did not kill.
The sword hovered before Wilton Tennyson.
Unmoving.
Darrell Percival felt a bit of fear.
This young man’s skills seed very formidable!
But this is the manor; outside, there are sword cultivators guarding.
Maybe, this Wilton Tennyson was never capable.
Inferiority is the original sin.
The still fra was not static in Wilton Tennyson’s eyes.
That sword seed to streak across like a teor!
Spectacular moves, magnificent sword qi!
It left Wilton Tennyson wide-eyed in awe.
Practicing Sword Dao, he naturally understood what this was.
In just a mont of observing the sword, he felt as if enlightened!
Sudden realization dawned upon him.
The path he thought he understood was rely a glimpse from the bottom of a well of that piece of sky.
One move after another.
It opened a new world within his heart.
Monts later.
The hatred in Wilton Tennyson’s eyes vanished.
In its place was enlightennt.
“Thank you for the guidance, sir.”
Amid the astonished expressions of Levin Lake and Darrell Percival, Wilton Tennyson knelt to the ground, respectfully kowtowing.
“Should you ever wish to kill , you’re welco anyti. But rember, when the sky you see is no longer that narrow piece of sky, you will forget hatred, forget everything. In your heart, there is only the sword.”
Julius Reed pointed to his chest, expressionless.
Dao is law.
It’s the world.
It’s also a heritage.
A sword in a king’s hand can protect one side’s peace.
In a tyrant’s hand, it brings devastation.
“Disciple understands.” Wilton Tennyson heavily kowtowed three tis, then stood up to leave.
At this mont.
The identity of the Sect Master of Sword Sect, to him, was no longer sothing he was attached to.
He is a swordsman.
This life, he lives for upholding justice.
Julius Reed watched him leave, feeling a trace of comfort in his heart.
This kind of heritage, he was very willing to pass on.
But unfortunately, people do things with a purpose.
In front of a utilitarian mind, there is no longer pure Dao.
“Is this scrap yours?”
Julius Reed bent down, picking up the broken ‘Penetrating Flowers’ in two pieces.
Both craftsmanship and material were excellent.
But unfortunately, it t Yin-Yang.
Or rather, a weapon ford of several swords combined.
“Where did you co from.” Levin Lake forcibly restrained his inner shock, attempting to remain sensible.
“Where I co from doesn’t matter, what matters is, your sword is trash.”
Julius Reed extended a hand, slowly drawing it downward, mimicking a thumbs-down gesture. “Really trash.”
Having said that, he turned, looking at the sword cultivators ahead.
“To be honest, I’m very disappointed.”
A small tracking locator had been placed on ‘Penetrating Flowers’ by him.
As long as this sword got near a forge platform, Julius Reed would sense it.
“Does the manor owner still want to convict ? Does Boss Percival still seek revenge? If there’s nothing else, I’ll take a look around on my own.”
Julius Reed finished speaking and didn’t wait for a response from the two, walking through the center of the sword cultivators, his figure gradually disappearing.
“Keep an eye on him for !” After a long ti, Levin Lake finally recovered.
This guy was too strange!
He bent down to pick up ‘Penetrating Flowers’, filled with confusion.
The invincible weapon, just disappeared like that?
“Manor Owner…” Darrell Percival pointed in the direction Julius Reed had left, sowhat unwillingly.
“We’ll consider this matter with long-term planning. He’s within the manor owner estate, can’t leave. You go back first, we will discuss it together tomorrow.” Levin Lake’s thoughts were not with the Percival Family, but with ‘Penetrating Flowers’!
The divine weapon that once shook the world, how did it suddenly break.
Forge platform!
Yes.
Forge platform!
The ancestor created this weapon on the forge platform back then.
As long as it returns to the forge platform, it can surely be repaired.
With this thought, Levin Lake clenched the shattered ‘Penetrating Flowers’, quickly leaving the conference hall, heading towards a rockery in the back garden.
There, was once where the ancestor crafted the divine weapon.
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