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Chapter 288: 33: Taking the Sword down the Mountain

A small lake ripples, surrounded by towering green mountains.

Jiang Xuan, dressed in a white long skirt, sits still on a swing made of dried vines. Her slender jade fingers grip the vines, her eyes in a daze as she gazes at the young man clad in a white robe with a handsome face and wrist guards, seated in the center of the lake.

Zhao Huai is currently resting and cultivating on the lake surface.

Amazingly, he stands in the middle of the lake without sinking, appearing to be a banished immortal from afar.

Ripples continuously rise from the smooth lake surface, and the flood dragons beneath the waters keep moving, their ferocious heads casting wary glances at the man above.

Zhao Huai remains unmoved, his aura gradually increasing.

Sharp sword qi stirs the spiritual lake, stirring up waves.

In an instant, a dark green long sword hums as it sweeps across the lake surface, then flies up and disappears into the sky.

Zhao Huai stands up, and his body rises from the center of the lake. He takes a step in the Bagua formation, feet apart.

He throws a punch.

Water from the lake surface surges and rises, following the movements of his fist. The mist splashes through the mountain forest, transforming it into a fairyland, with sunlight reflecting off the leaves as if they were jade.

“Whoosh!”

Zhao Huai closes his eyes, one punch after another.

The might of the fists roll away, the magic power of the Fist Skill flows through Heaven and Earth, like a rushing river that flows from one side of the sky to the other. In the end, it falls like heavy rain of ink, pouring down on the entire Immortal Peak!

Under Zhao Huai’s comprehension, the power of Luo Water Fist Skill is even greater.

If his previous use of the technique was just an imitation, the Luo Water Fist Skill he mastered after digestion suits him even better.

After completing a set of punches, Zhao Huai still seems unsatisfied and reaches out.

“Hum!”

The dark green long sword falls straight down, landing in his hand.

At the same time, he grabs another rusty sword from the black ring.

With a toss of both hands, the two swords fly and dance together, circling around him and speeding up.

Soon, the lake water flows with the flying swords, and another great river of sword movements emerges.

“The principle of Luo Water Sword Skill is similar to that of Luo Water Fist Skill, manifesting illusions.”

Zhao Huai nods slowly, understanding the concept, and ceases to perform the sword skill.

Instead, he reaches out and grabs the dark green long sword in the air.

Compared to the Sword of Ancestor Yan Zu and several other swords, he feels a special connection with this dark green long sword.

This rapport even surpasses that of the Sword of Ancestor Yan Zu, which is truly strange.

Zhao Huai grips the sword handle tightly, and he can’t help but feel a trance. For an instant, he seems to see a woman in snow-white clothes, smiling and looking back at him

Returning to reality, the surrounding spiritual qi converges rapidly toward him, condensing into strands of sword qi.

“Roar!”

At this moment, a flood dragon bursts out of the lake, unleashing a thunderous roar.

Zhao Huai’s practice on the lake surface undoubtedly disturbs it.

It decides to teach this guy a lesson.

The dragon’s sound waves surge towards Zhao Huai, who quickly retreats backward.

A look of interest appears on his face, and he smiles.

This Rebirth Realm flood dragon is his son’s road guardian, a gift from Hierarch Hai. It’s perfect for honing his skills.

The method of the Dragon Slaying Immortal Skill continually flashes through his mind.

Zhao Huai holds the sword, circling it once in the direction of the flood dragon, and the sound wave instantly dissipates.

Tens of thousands of sword qi converge, the sword edge points forward.

“Swoosh!”

A wave of sword rain comes surging like a tide.

Seeing this, the flood dragon with green eyes swishes its tail, creating a huge water tornado.

Zhao Huai remains calm and unhurried. The golden light of his Golden Core flows through his meridians and enters the dark green long sword.

The sword edge is now covered with a layer of dazzling golden sword qi.

Zhao Huai proudly stands in the void, raises his sword slightly, and an overwhelming sword intention bursts forth.

A sacred shadow gathers behind him.

Then, from the sky, his sword slashes down.

Sword qi surges to the heavens, parting the clouds and slicing them to the sides. The forest sways, and an entrance opens between the divided trees. With this sword, it’s as if an immortal’s finger decrees that all things must make way.

Even fear emerges in the eyes of the flood dragon with vertical green pupils.

In Jiang Xuan’s eyes, a touch of astonishment arises.

In her two hundred years, she has traveled the human world, witnessing numerous people and events.

She has seen great Metamorphosis Stage beings who eradicate demons with a single palm, unrivaled in the world. She has also seen common people in the market who lead plain, ordinary lives. She has seen the grandeur and righteousness of noble disciples and the purity of Daoist cultivators. She has seen high-ranking Buddhist monks who have accumulated immeasurable merits through their exorcisms and fallen Daoists who slay demons to prove their Dao. She has seen it all.

Now, she sees another scene.

A very young man, with sweeping sword movements, carries the profound sword intention that can slay dragons with a single stroke.

This young man’s path combines the aura of immortals with the worldly atmosphere of the mundane.

It’s an extremely rare sight.

Just as Zhao Huai is about to lower his sword, the myriad sword qi in the sky suddenly scatters.

He stops, standing on the head of the green-eyed azure flood dragon, and gently strokes its thick, long horn.

“You’re my son’s road guardian. How could I harm you? Thank you for accompanying my sword practice,” says Zhao Huai with a smile in the corner of his mouth.

He knows that if he had fought the flood dragon with the intent to kill, it wouldn’t be so easy to deal with.

After all, it’s a Rebirth Realm flood dragon. In a life or death battle, the outcome would be uncertain.

Most importantly, it doesn’t hold any killing intent towards him.

At this moment, an astonishing aura emits from Zhao Huai’s black ring.

The flood dragon, with thousands of years of cultivation, feels something and displays fear in its eyes.

It seems to fear something in the black ring.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Huai secretly nods in understanding.

Apparently, the aura of the black dragon in the small world has suppressed the flood dragon.

Indeed, one thing suppresses another.

Between Demon Races, it’s normal to have hierarchy suppression.

As Zhao Huai releases the flood dragon, the frightened green-eyed azure flood dragon swiftly dives back into the water..