Ch. 593 - I Am The Heavenly Blade

This guy wasn’t just incredibly talented, he was also ruthless and decisive.

It was obvious that the one who attacked from behind was Nanmen Tianhong’s backup plan, maybe even a trained killer.

“Nanmen Tianhong, what happened today outside of the Ninelands Region, I, Qingmu Xuan, will remember it,” Qingmu Xuan said angrily.

Nanmen Tianhong smiled without responding. He neither denied it nor admitted it.

Blazing Mountain Heaven Sword had killed the attacker, but he still had some reason left. He didn’t fight Nanmen Tianhong. Instead, he held the body and cried bitterly.

Nanmen Tianhong turned to Xu Zimo and said, “Tell me your name. In a few years, when I’ve grown stronger, I’ll come challenge you again.”

“I wander constantly. Even if I told you my name, you wouldn’t be able to find me,” Xu Zimo shook his head. “And I don’t like fighting people I’ve already beaten. Let’s wait for the Day of Heaven’s Will. Hope you live that long.”

“I’ll remember you,” Nanmen Tianhong said, staring hard at Xu Zimo, then turned and left.

Many others followed him up the Ascending Cloud Steps.

Qingmu Xuan also looked at Xu Zimo and said calmly, “Our Ninelands Immortal Palace elders will handle this matter.”

“Let them come find me. Even if Grand Emperor Qing Yang himself were alive, so what?” Xu Zimo said with a light laugh.

“So arrogant,” Qingmu Xuan frowned and left with the other girls.

“That saintess from the Immortal Palace doesn’t have much patience,” Xu Zimo said, shaking his head to Demon Thirteen. “She’s only decent in appearance.”

“Most people love money and beauty. It’s human nature,” Demon Thirteen replied. “Good looks already give a big advantage.”

“Will you rest here in Boundless Tower tonight, young master?”

“Yeah, just pick a pavilion to relax in,” Xu Zimo nodded. “Once we get that travel pass tomorrow, we’ll head straight to Void Valley.”

Even though Xu Zimo showed terrifying power today, Nanmen Tianhong’s influence in Supreme Tower was still too strong.

So no one dared approach or try to befriend Xu Zimo.

The atmosphere in Boundless Tower was still lively, even though it was already late.

The moonlight was soft, reflecting gently on the now calm, shimmering lake.

Xu Zimo rested his head on his arm and looked up at the sky from the pavilion. He said calmly, “Since you’re already here, why bother hiding?”

As soon as he finished speaking, a dark figure appeared outside the pavilion.

Xiao Mo, dressed in black, held a black wine jug. The scent of the wine spread for miles.

He slowly walked in.

“What do you want?” Xu Zimo asked, glancing sideways.

“I’m interested in you,” Xiao Mo said, taking a big swig of wine and sitting at the other side of the pavilion. The breeze lifted his bangs. “Nanmen Tianhong hasn’t been humbled like that in a long time,” he said with a light laugh.

“Oh? Just because of that?” Xu Zimo asked.

“I’ve always been drawn to strong opponents. Fighting helps refine my sword path,” Xiao Mo said. “To see thousands of different paths… In every group of three, someone can be my teacher.”

“You’re not ready. Challenging me now will only hurt your Dao Heart,” Xu Zimo shook his head. “Grow more first.”

“How would I know without trying?” Xiao Mo turned his head, eyes burning with fighting spirit as he looked at Xu Zimo.

“You really think your Sword Domain is unbeatable?” Xu Zimo asked quietly.

“If one can’t enter the Sword Domain, they don’t understand the sword,” Xiao Mo replied firmly.

To understand the Sword Domain, we first need to understand what a domain is.

Every weapon has its own domain once it’s mastered to the extreme. That domain can influence the surrounding environment.

Inside a domain, the weapon’s power can be fully unleashed. It can even change terrain to suit the wielder.

Among the younger generation, Xu Zimo had met many, but Xiao Mo was the only one who truly mastered a domain.

“Are you looking down on my Sword Domain?” Xiao Mo chuckled. “Your arrogance runs deep, huh?”

“Do you really understand weapon domains?” Xu Zimo smiled and shook his head. “Then watch this blade.”

He casually drew Shadow Tyrant from its sheath. It glowed with cold light.

With a casual swing, a blade aura shot toward Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo’s hairs stood on end. He felt a chill down his spine, the sharpness unbearable.

He froze. His hand gripped his sword’s hilt tightly, but he couldn’t move.

In his eyes, everything around him turned to darkness.

Within the darkness, countless blade auras raged, tens of thousands, millions, maybe even billions. They felt like they could destroy everything.

Xiao Mo had only one thought: he couldn’t block this attack no matter what.

His Sword Domain wouldn’t work. He himself wasn’t enough.

As the blade aura passed by his ear, it sliced off a few strands of his hair.

The blade hit the lake, causing only the tiniest ripple.

As the ripple faded, those strands of black hair slowly drifted down.

Silence. Deathly quiet.

Only Xiao Mo’s heavy breathing could be heard. He looked up, eyes intense, and asked, “What was that?”

“Blade aura,” Xu Zimo replied.

“No, that’s not what I saw,” Xiao Mo shook his head.

“Then you’ll have to discover it for yourself,” Xu Zimo smiled. “I’ll just tell you one thing: I am the Heavenly Blade. The blade domain is me.”

Xiao Mo repeated those words to himself, then stood and bowed deeply to Xu Zimo.

“Thank you for the lesson,” he said seriously.

Xu Zimo waved him off, telling him he could leave.

…

Xu Zimo spent the entire night reflecting and understanding his own power.

When daylight came, he slowly opened his eyes.

“What time is it?” he asked Demon Thirteen, who had been standing nearby.

“It’s already noon,” Demon Thirteen replied.

“Let’s go,” Xu Zimo said as he stood up and nodded.

Boundless Tower was quieter now. Most of the other young elites had already left.

But the battle between Xu Zimo and Nanmen Tianhong had already spread across all of Tower City.

People were saying someone defeated Nanmen Tianhong in just two moves.

Xu Zimo didn’t care about the gossip. The Night Terror slowly made its way toward the city center, where they would get their travel permit.

But halfway there, the carriage was stopped.

A few men stood in the road. They wore red robes, official-style black hats, and carried curved blades at their waists.

“What do you want?” Demon Thirteen asked them.

“Our master would like to invite the gentleman in the carriage to meet him,” the leader said politely.

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