"You want to ask why I haven't broken free from his curse and instead chose to stay in Asakusa Temple?" Li Yanzhen said with a cold smile.
"If I use my power to break free from his curse, I'm afraid I might have the chance to break through the final barrier and become a true Sword God," Li Yanzhen said indifferently. "I have been waiting for this opportunity, one that not only allows me to break free from the Curse Power but also serves as a catalyst to help me ascend to the Sword God Realm."
It was then that Li Shashu finally understood and exclaimed in delight,
"Then does this mean our Li Family can rise high within the Sanhe Group? In the entire Han Country, you wouldn't find ten people who have entered the path of the Sword God."
"Wrong," Li Yanzhen suddenly frowned and shook his head. "In the entire Han Country, including myself, there are probably only four true Sword Gods. As for those you refer to as Sword Gods, they are merely Sword Sects. It's just that it has been so long since a Sword God appeared before the public eye, people have forgotten the true power of a Sword God."
Li Shashu was shocked once more.
The Sword Gods of Han Country are the most elite figures in the Sword Dao, yet even such figures could not withstand the passage of time. In the olden days when Sword Dao was paramount, there emerged more than a dozen famous Sword Masters, a brilliant group of stars.
However, due to historical reasons, generations of Sword Gods fell one after the other, and rumors about Sword Gods only circulated within the Martial Arts World, with no one actually seeing a true Sword God.
Now, the ten Sword Gods designated by the Martial Arts World of Han Country are, although highly skilled in Martial Arts, in reality nothing more than members of the Sword Sect.
Li Shashu bowed respectfully and said, "Congratulations, Grandfather, on becoming the new generation Sword God. With this, our Li Family can surely be proud across the nation, sitting as one of the four great families."
"However, there is an even more important matter that I need to attend to now—Park Shiyou's presence has completely vanished," Li Yanzhen frowned slightly, looking in the direction of the Asakusa Society, and slightly parted his lips.
The sword-like eyebrows of Li Shashu raised slightly, "Could it be that Lin Mo has already killed Park Shiyou?"
"Yes. It truly is a pity that I couldn't kill Park Shiyou myself, but now killing Lin Mo and announcing my return isn't a bad idea either," Li Yanzhen finished speaking, his gaze slightly focusing on what lay ahead, two dazzling lights disappearing into his pupils.
At that moment, the aura surrounding Li Yanzhen suddenly sharpened, as if eager to leap from its scabbard, and he himself seemed to transform into a sharp treasure sword.
Meanwhile, within the not-so-large quiet room, a Long Blade lying on a mahogany rack, shaped like a smooth crescent moon, began to buzz, emitting a clear ringing sound, trembling incessantly.
Sizzling... Strange red runes appeared on the peculiar rack due to the trembling of the Long Blade, carrying an eerie and ancient sensation, floating above the rack. From these runes, streaks of red thunder extended, as if forming chains that imprisoned the blade within them.
"Facing warriors battle!" Li Yanzhen shouted softly, extending his right palm, fingers curling in the air. The Long Blade on the rack trembled violently again, the sound growing even more piercing, and eventually the 'chains of red thunder' wrapping around the blade snapped with a crack.
The Long Blade, along with its scabbard, flew into Li Yanzhen's palm, grasped tightly by his fingers. The Long Blade let out a joyous cry, as if it were proclaiming its rebirth and freedom.
"Grandfather, this blade?" Li Shashu's eyes widened. Holding the blade in his hand, Li Yanzhen took a deep breath, the corners of his mouth curving into a proud smile, "Indeed, this blade is one of the famous blades once wielded by our ancestors, 'Black Qiushui,' one of the top ten famous blades of Han Country.
However, it has always been sealed by our forefathers. Now that I have broken through to the Sword God Realm, I can make it submit to me."
"Good partner, come with me to kill."
Li Yanzhen finished speaking, took a step, and had already left the quiet room.
The Asakusa Society had completely collapsed, but Lin Mo still stood in place without any rush to leave.
He was quietly sensing the changes in the Xuanyuan Sword behind his back.
"Could it be that the Xuanyuan Sword is evolving?"
A hint of excitement faintly shone in Lin Mo's pupils.
Meanwhile, those kneeling outside the ruins of the Asakusa Society were horrified at the sight of its collapse, their faces pale with shock.
While everyone was still in a state of fearful shock, suddenly a dark figure swept across the sky and landed atop the yet-to-collapse gate of the Asakusa Society. It was a man with a ponytail, wearing black clothes, holding a black long blade in his hand. He stood there as if he were supporting the heavens and the earth.
"Master, it seems someone has come looking for us?" Yingzi turned her head, slightly furrowing her exquisite eyebrows, and looked at the middle-aged man standing on the gate of the Asakusa Society.
Lin Mo likewise retracted his thoughts, turned his attention, and observed the middle-aged man.
"Are you the Huaxia person? You're younger than I imagined," said Li Yanzhen, with his arms crossed, holding a black long blade that was simple and unadorned, with nothing particularly eye-catching about it. Yet, it was this seemingly plain long blade that caught Lin Mo's attention.
Lin Mo looked at him indifferently.
"A person who has come to kill you," Li Yanzhen replied calmly, his tone light as if he was talking about something trivial.
Yingzi's eyebrows sharply raised, and her cute and pretty face was suddenly covered with a layer of icy frost. Holding the Nine Heavens Sword in her hand, a killing intent arose.
"Yingzi, you're no match for him; let me handle this," said Lin Mo as he stepped forward.
Yingzi hesitated for a moment before sheathing the Nine Heavens Sword, then stepped back to the side and said, "Master, be careful."
The strength of this middle-aged swordsman from Han Country was much greater than that of the sword masters Lin Mo had encountered before. This man's strength seemed to even surpass that of Old Green Dragon.
With Yingzi's current strength, she was completely incapable of defeating such an existence.
"Where is your weapon?" Li Yanzhen asked with a slight frown upon seeing Lin Mo bare-handed, as it was a matter of his dignity as a swordsman.
"I don't need a weapon. With my fists alone, I can explode you."
Lin Mo clenched his fist, a scornful curve forming at the corner of his mouth.
"How insolent." Li Yanzhen, who had been a sword master in Han Country for decades, was already a top master in the martial arts world of Han Country even before fighting Park Shiyou. Moreover, now that he had broken through to the Sword God Realm, his strength had entered a new realm. Yet, now he was being blatantly insulted by a young man from Huaxia. Despite having spent twenty years in the temple in continuous meditation, which allowed him to become unfazed and tranquil, Lin Mo's words were enough to ignite flames of anger within him.