Chapter 947: Chapter 16 The Dominator of Sword Dao_3
“If you truly are a Sword Immortal, I, Xu, will naturally co out to welco you. But… tis have changed, Li Qiubai. Even the Bull’s Ear has broken. Without a sword in your hand, how can you still be called a Sword Cultivator, let alone a Sword Immortal?” Xu Su seed to have heard the chaotic clamor and responded.
In the Inner City, a burly middle-aged man sitting cross-legged opened his eyes, gazing towards the city gate.
Though nurous buildings obstructed the way, his gaze seed to pierce through everything, eting Li Qiubai outside Beicang City from afar.
Li Qiubai, hailed by the world as the leading figure in the Sword Dao, was praised for reaching the pinnacle of sword mastery, unmatched by others.
Secondly, it’s because Li Qiubai followed the Single Sword Faction, with his only Life-bound Sword nad Bull’s Ear.
A pearl nad Ye Guang, a sword called Bull’s Ear.
This phrase was thunderous during the Chang’an Years.
Beneath Li Qiubai’s Bull’s Ear, many talented figures t their downfall.
“The Bull’s Ear broken?” The crowd, like a surging tide, heard Xu Su’s words, and it was as if thunder had crashed beside their ears, leaving them dizzy and disoriented.
“The Bull’s Ear is broken?” On the large ship, Lu Qingshan heard Xu Su of the Sword Tomb’s words, and his heart couldn’t help but tremble, “How is that possible!”
As a fellow Sword Cultivator, he knew the importance of a Life-bound Sword to a Sword Cultivator all too well.
He, a Sword Cultivator of the Multiple Swords Faction, found his cultivation stagnant when one of his Life-bound Swords, Dragon Sparrow, was tainted.
For Li Qiubai, the impact of a broken Life-bound Sword was even greater.
If what Xu Su of the Sword Tomb said was true, then when he ntioned “how can he be a Sword Immortal,” it was not a provocation, just plain truth.
Can today’s Li Qiubai truly still be considered a Sword Immortal?
This thought involuntarily erged in Lu Qingshan’s mind.
But in just a mont, he cast aside this thought.
That Immortal Sword on the Lan Cang River, who else could perform such a feat if not a Sword Immortal?
To wield such an Immortal Sword, even if not a Sword Immortal, what does it matter?
It’s just, no wonder Li Qiubai was never seen drawing his sword.
Previously, Lu Qingshan thought it was because those people weren’t worthy of Li Qiubai drawing his sword.
Now it seems, while there might be so truth to that, it was more likely because Li Qiubai’s Bull’s Ear had broken, leaving him swordless!
On the Heaven’s Vault, Li Qiubai let out a gentle sigh.
For him at this ti, having or not having a sword made little difference, it hardly mattered.
Yet, since Xu Su seeks a sword, why not give him one?
In the next mont, everyone held their breath in silence, turning to look.
They saw the man standing proudly amidst the waves above the Heaven’s Vault, his sleeve fluttering without wind.
In an instant, Beicang City, shrouded in the heavy mist of the Lan Cang River, beca clear, as all the mist dispersed to the four winds, vanishing completely.
Within the city center,
The towering Sword Tomb, which for millennia had buried countless legendary swords, began to tremble imperceptibly.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The tremor of the Sword Tomb grew larger and larger, as countless unowned swords embedded upon it began to hum, as if called upon by so force.
Li Qiubai raised his arm, softly uttering a single word towards Beicang City: “Co.”
Finally.
Swoosh!
A black sword transford into a streak of black light, breaking free from the eternal restraint of the Sword Tomb, soaring into the sky, hovering above Beicang City, suspended amidst the clouds.
This was like a signal.
Monts later.
An unbelievable scene unfolded.
Sword after sword broke free from the Sword Tomb.
One sword after another flew gracefully, connected seamlessly, carving a stupendously elegant arc, embedding into the clouds, finally halting in the air, gently descending into a suspended state.
Thousands of swords arranged themselves ticulously over Beicang City, their tips pointing down, aid straight at the city.
Sword light shimred on their blades, Sword Gang flickered.
For every sword, there was an arc of Sword Gang.
It was like a sweeping curtain of a waterfall.
Like a shocking, majestic sword curtain.
Charging towards the Fighting Bulls.
A mont ago, Li Qiubai was without a sword.
But now, an entire city’s swords were in his grasp.
The heavens and earth were moved.
On this day, this grand and magnificent spectacle, originating from the Sword Tomb, astounded the world, destined to cause a sensation.
A voice, as resonant as a bell, resounded through the city again.
“Xu Su, if you do not co out of the city, Li shall bring a sword rain down upon Beicang, can this be believed?”
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