The green-robed old man’s duel encapsulated eight hundred years of the Martial World’s grace. After the duel, the Divine Weapon wooden sword, elevated by the legend of the Sword Madman, hovered in the air and then steadily landed beside Li Guanyi.
The wooden sword was simple; its blade lacked the opulence of the Fierce Tiger Sky Shouting Halberd and the Chi Xiao Sword.
The blade bore many pits and depressions, and on it were small seal script engravings, reminiscent of those on Li Guanyi’s Qiushui Sword, naturally emerging with a slight sharpness.
Wooden Sword Dragon Map.
The old man in the green robe strolled over, but he no longer had the unmatched sharpness he once possessed. Instead, he carried a trace of old age. Murong Longtu drew the wooden sword and tossed it to Li Guanyi.
"I’ve enjoyed it, my martial arts and Sword Dao have reached their peak."
The Old Swordsman smiled and said, "Let’s go."
Li Guanyi was incredulous, then overjoyed. He took a step forward and grabbed Murong Longtu’s wrist, only to pause, sensing that the old man’s vitality was nearly exhausted, yet a trace of light still flickered.
Accompanied by the desolate Dragon Roar, crimson-gold flames gathered and swelled, transforming into the immense and desolate Ancient Red Dragon. The Ancient Red Dragon said, "Today’s battle also brings me joy. Murong Longtu, I have remembered the agreement you spoke of back then."
"Today’s battle is not inferior to the time when all the people besieged the Overlord."
"I will record this battle in my heart."
Along with the dragon’s roar, the Red Dragon soared, and the Martial Artists across the city bowed to pay respect, watching as the last sword was sent off by the green-robed old man, who was supported by the young man, into the distance.
This was the last time these people would see that Green Robed Swordsman in this lifetime.
Jiang Su’s Divine Weapon scattered into a flowing light in his hand. Reflecting on what the old swordsman lastly said, the phrase that had rallied everyone to attack him together, he sighed, unclear of what emotion to maintain, and said, "Suffering, indeed suffering."
Earlier, the old man had said to the crowd, "You may try joining forces to kill me."
"Murong Longtu will leave one breath of sword aura and vitality."
"My lifespan is only about three years."
"Or maybe just one sword strike."
In the final duel, the Green Robed Sword Madman reserved a sword qi inside him. Back then, Murong Longtu had told all the world’s masters capable of individually assassinating the young man with nonchalance:
"Within three years, when this final breath dissipates, Murong Longtu will leave the Martial World. But in these three years, if anyone dares to shamelessly attack my child, then Murong Longtu’s sword strike will fall on them."
"Gentlemen, you might as well try it."
The world legend was that the five Palace Masters, the Ten Great Masters, and even the world’s trend—
Could be forcibly upheld by one sword of an old swordsman who was about to die from old age.
Jiang Su looked ahead at the young man supporting the world’s number one swordsman, walking further away, while the wooden sword spiritually hovered beside them. The Fierce Tiger Sky Shouting Halberd and the Chi Xiao Sword transformed into streams of light and flew beside Li Guanyi.
"Grandpa, you scared me to death, I thought you were going to..."
Murong Longtu laughed and said, "Ah, I can’t live as long as you imagined, but these people couldn’t force me to exhaust my very last breath either. I don’t seek to linger in the mortal realm for hundreds of years, but I am not so fragile as that."
"This battle was a delight! Refreshing, refreshing, the Martial World is boring now."
Murong Longtu glanced at the many Grandmasters.
The old man placed his hand on Li Guanyi’s shoulder and walked back with him, speaking simple words, saying today’s edamame tasted good, and the wine was decent, to which Li Guanyi said he too had noticed.
The two returned to their lodgings together.
Murong Longtu seemed extremely tired, casually chatting with Li Guanyi, eventually growing drowsy. The old man sat there, gradually closing his eyes. Li Guanyi held his hand, feeling the old man’s pulse still there. That breath of vitality was indeed maintained.
"Your mother, when she was little, was the most mischievous..."
"She loved pulling my hair the most."
Murong Longtu closed his eyes and gradually fell asleep. Li Guanyi held the old man’s hand, which was once invincible with a sword, now full of wrinkles. Li Guanyi waited until Murong Longtu was soundly asleep before placing the old man’s hand back.
Ling Pingyang, Wen Lingjun, and Wen He all heard of today’s events.
Murong Longtu shook the Martial World.
And Li Guanyi faced assassination attempts from over twenty assassins.
The blue Taoist robe on Li Guanyi was stained with blood, although his wounds had all healed due to the Immortal Body, the bloodstained robe still appeared quite shocking to outsiders.
Wen Lingjun looked at his back, his throat moved, almost unable to speak for a moment.
They were all talents, they all knew who would have attacked Li Guanyi.
Li Guanyi’s voice was uncharacteristically calm.
"The person who acted used the ’Red Dragon Suppressing Nine Provinces’ skill."
"At present, old and young together, there are twenty-four people."
"They besieged me when my grandfather was fighting to death."
His voice was very calm, but Wen Lingjun couldn’t speak, the boy rose and walked out, saying, "Master, let’s not stay here. My old man’s spirit is weary today, so let’s not disturb him."
Wen Lingjun was silent, nodded, everyone left, and Li Guanyi only instructed others to bring some ingredients, prepared rice, cooked a pot of meat porridge, deftly chopped vegetables, made a meal, silent and quiet.