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At that moment, a young gentleman dressed in the Starry Moon Robe, wearing the Lotus Crown and carrying a long sword, walked up the mountain. The sound of his footsteps synchronized with the heartbeat of the crowd.
Many disciples of the Vajra Sect, who were just beginning to explore the Dao Sect's path, turned pale.
The expression on the Baghdad Zen Master's face was particularly grim, as if it could drip water.
It was the first time someone dared to be so reckless in front of the Vajra Sect!
The young man had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, his slender figure standing straight. He did not glance at the flushed faces of the Vajra Sect disciples or even pause to look at the Baghdad Zen Master.
His gaze swept over the White Lotus Saintess, revealing a hint of astonishment and a trace of admiration hidden deep within his eyes.
He slightly pursed his lips before looking at Jiang Han, where intense battle intent and a hint of killing intent surged in his eyes.
Jiang Han frowned slightly, unable to discern where the young man's killing intent originated from.
He was certain that neither he nor the original owner of this body had ever crossed paths with this young man, let alone had any enmity or grievances.
"Hmph! Playing tricks!" The Baghdad Zen Master said with a dark expression.
The young man casually cupped his hands toward Jiang Han, and everyone could feel his dismissive attitude: "Dao of Transformation, Second Sequence, He Xiu!"
As soon as he finished speaking, most people were left in confusion, unable to understand when such a force as Dao of Transformation had emerged in the martial world.
Only a few individuals like the Baghdad Zen Master, White Lotus Saintess Bai Ling, and Jiang Han changed their expressions.
Dao of Transformation was one of the few top-tier forces in the Zongwu World, and it had actually manifested at this moment!
The Baghdad Zen Master opened his mouth but ultimately said nothing more.
The strength of the Vajra Sect and Dao of Transformation was like heaven and earth apart; if he accidentally said something wrong, it could lead to the Vajra Sect being wiped off the map!
Even those proud monks from Shaolin Temple would not provoke Dao Sect over such trivial matters.
"May I ask what brings you here?"
Jiang Han's timely interjection relieved the Baghdad Zen Master from his predicament. He could sense that most of the attention from the Dao of Transformation's lineage was focused on him. Although he had heard from Yang Xiao that disciples from the Dao of Transformation were coming to the Western Regions, he hadn't paid much attention to it. After all, when the Dao of Transformation sealed their mountain, Bright Summit was still just a makeshift group; there couldn't possibly be any past grievances or conflicts of interest between them.
"I can feel that you are strong," He Xiu stated, perhaps not used to speaking with others and somewhat lacking in communication skills, his expression cold as he stated a fact.
Jiang Han replied, "???"
"I certainly know I am strong. So what?" Jiang Han glanced at him indifferently. He could sense that this guy before him was slightly inferior in terms of realm. Indeed, from his attire, it was clear that he should be a Sword Cultivator. True Sword Cultivators are known for their unyielding nature and are often feared by those in the martial world because they tend to fight recklessly, being sword-obsessed madmen!
"Fengman Tower has ranked you fifth in the Storm Rankings; I want to see if I can push you down!" He Xiu's expression remained unchanged, as if discussing something trivial, like mentioning a trip to the market for a pound of pork.
If the Dao of Transformation's lineage does not emerge into the world, then so be it; but if they do, how could they not make a name for themselves?
The disciples of Vajra Sect and Manichaeism who had just witnessed Jiang Han's impressive display looked at He Xiu with complex expressions.
"This young man seems quite decent-looking, but unfortunately, he's an idiot!"
"Unsolvable! Today's youth really think everyone is a prodigy!"
"Fame and fortune can be deadly; isn't it better to just live? Why provoke our leader?"
He Xiu naturally heard these comments and couldn't help but twitch his mouth.
Although he doesn't have high emotional intelligence, he's not a fool. How can these people talk without knowing to be cautious? There's an impulse to draw the sword and slash at them; what should I do about it?
Jiang Han let out an "oh," feeling unsure about how to converse with the even colder Dao of Creation Sequence. He simply set up his stance and raised his hand in a gesture of invitation, saying, "Shall we begin now?"
He Xiu nodded, slowly drawing the long sword from his back, circulating his True Qi, and said calmly, "I will only make one move. If you can withstand it, I will turn around and leave, willingly admitting defeat. If you cannot withstand it and lose your life, I will not take any responsibility!"
Once the long sword was fully drawn, four illusory figures of the Four Dao Swords suddenly appeared around it. The powers of Earth, Water, Wind, and Fire erupted violently, tearing apart the surrounding void, containing endless life and death within it, appearing extremely terrifying.
The Four Spirits, as the fundamental elements that constitute the origin of the world, may seem ordinary when placed alone, but together they form one of the highest sword techniques of the Dao of Transformation: the Life and Death Sword!
Using the power of the Four Spirits to evolve the Life and Death of Heaven and Earth, the infinite universe operates in cycles; this sword has subtly touched upon the Realm of the Dao.
Logically speaking, this is not a sword move that a practitioner of He Xiu's Realm should be able to execute. However, isn't convention meant to be broken by geniuses?
Jiang Han watched as He Xiu prepared and brewed his energy, his brows twitching several times.
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