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A sword struck out suddenly, and Fire Rush did not expect Zuo Dao to make a move against him. Yao Ming was also taken aback. Jiang Chuan and the elders of the Immortal Sect, as well as the Peak Masters, were all astonished. Only the members of the Sitting Forgetting Sect appeared unfazed, seemingly unperturbed by Zuo Dao's actions.
The sword was faint, giving off an impression of having lost its flavor, evoking a sense of "tasteless yet regrettable to discard." Fire Rush was at the forefront. Should he block it or not?
At their realm, individuals usually possessed unwavering willpower, and Fire Rush could not recall the last time he felt such hesitation.
The sword was approaching, yet he remained indecisive. The Bone Daoist and his companions sensed something unusual. In the past, anyone who dared to strike at Fire Rush would typically be killed on the spot. However, Zuo Dao's sword now revealed a look of hesitation on Fire Rush's face.
"There's a trick here, Fire Friend," the Bone Daoist reacted quickly and shouted. After he spoke, he noticed the strange looks from everyone and couldn't help but blush.
Indeed, wasn't it just a Qi Practitioner? Even if he could defy the Golden Core, the Nascent Soul was far beyond what a Golden Core True Person could compare to; whether he could break through was still uncertain.
Upon hearing the shout, Zuo Dao curled his lip.
"Fool."
The Bone Daoist glared back with cold eyes upon hearing this. Zuo Dao shot him a disdainful glance that nearly made the Bone Daoist explode with anger.
"The first sword does not actually refer to being unique. Why did you draw your sword? What purpose does your sword serve?"
"Sword Master kills decisively and straightforwardly. Too rigid can lead to breaking; too soft can lead to bending. The ancients understood the sword through their hearts; with a clear sword heart, one becomes one with the sword. I don't possess as much Great Dao understanding as my predecessors; I only know that if a sword does not harm others, it will harm oneself."
"So, the first sword is simply one sword." After finishing his transmission, he patted Yao Ming on the shoulder like an old friend.
"Decide quickly and follow me; if not, then continue."
With that, he turned and walked back.
It seemed verbose, but it all happened in an instant.
At this moment, Zuo Dao's sword had already landed on Fire Rush. Distracted by Sword Intent, Fire Rush lost the best opportunity to block and was helplessly struck by a Sword Slash.
A faint sword strike effortlessly tore through his defensive barrier, hitting him without a hint of fire or smoke. It was like the caress of a lover, silently stripping away the other’s outer garments.
“Thud.”
A very soft muffled sound fell into the ears of Bone Daoist and the others, akin to a clap of thunder.
A gentle stream of blood surged from his chest; Fire Rush had been wounded. He looked at the wound on his chest with disbelief.
“How is this possible? How can this be?” Fire Rush was confused, then furious. How could he be injured? When had it been since he last saw his own blood? How could he be struck down by someone else? How could an ant kill him?
Spirit Energy surged wildly around him, transforming his surroundings into a world of flames. The raging fire seemed capable of burning through anything, and a red aura swirled around him.
“Stele Hand.”
Just as he was about to launch a counterattack, an unexpected sensation struck him. Fire Rush felt as if countless gentle hands were caressing his internal organs and Sea of Consciousness, making him feel extremely uncomfortable. His Spirit Energy was interrupted halfway through its flow, and blood surged up his throat. Fire Rush was tough; he forcibly suppressed it.
His gaze towards Zuo Dao shifted.
“What is the name of that sword strike?”
Bone Daoist could tell that Fire Rush had suffered a hidden loss, but only Fire Rush himself knew how significant that loss was. At the same time, Zuo Dao was placed in an important position in his mind; he was no longer just someone to be casually dismissed.
“Perfect Sword,” Zuo Dao replied without turning back.
“How did you do it?” Fire Rush asked earnestly.
With his back to Fire Rush, Zuo Dao smiled slightly. The only ones who could see this were the members of Immortal Sect and Yao Ming beside them. Yao Ming couldn’t help but feel a chill run from his tailbone straight to his head.
“What kind of person is this!?”
As a Sword Cultivator, he recognized the differences in Perfect Sword. Just in terms of destructive power alone, he had to admit that this strike had surpassed his Infant Sword's three forms.
From an artistic perspective, he found himself unable to compare. The calmness of a single sword strike, the Perfect Sword, was something he believed he could never achieve. The young man before him had already surpassed him in certain aspects to such an extent that it left him devoid of any feelings of jealousy.
"Perhaps my own opportunity truly lies with this young man," Yao Ming thought to himself.
Although Yao Ming had already placed Zuo Dao on a high pedestal in his heart, what happened next made him feel as if the world had gone mad.
Zuo Dao's silence did not equate to Fire Rush's silence.
"If you can tell me, I can follow you just as you did earlier." As soon as the words left his mouth, the room fell silent. Though his voice was not loud, it struck the crowd like thunder.
Those like Jiang Chuan and other Great Powers who could hear Fire Rush's words wore expressions of bewilderment. Bone Daoist and others looked at Fire Rush with disbelief.
However, Fire Rush paid no attention to them. His gaze was fixed intently on Zuo Dao's back, as if trying to see through the frail figure before him.
Everyone knew that Fire Rush had a brutal and impulsive heart, but no one realized that he was also a person of delicate thoughts. Although Zuo Dao's sword had wounded him, he experienced an unprecedented feeling from it—one so faint that if he weren't so familiar with his own body, he might not have noticed it at all.
It was this subtle feeling that opened up a possibility for a breakthrough in his cultivation. He was the type of person who grew wise with age; on the surface, he appeared to be at the late stage of Nascent Soul, but in reality, he had long since reached the Great Perfection Realm.
He knew full well that a breakthrough was impossible in this realm, yet this slight loosening sensation appeared right before him.
In that moment, Zuo Dao no longer felt like an ant to him; instead, he rose to an unimaginable level. He even believed that Zuo Dao was a reincarnation of an immortal.
Who could achieve a potential breakthrough from a single attack? In his Realm, who else could accomplish such a feat?
The cultivation world is ruthless and realistic. Although he was at Nascent Soul Great Perfection, several major Realms above Zuo Dao, deep down he subconsciously dismissed any possibility of overpowering him—he didn't even believe it himself.
"Do you really want to do this?" Just as his thoughts were tumultuous, Zuo Dao's voice reached his ears.
"If you don't believe me, I can take the Great Dao Oath."
"I, Fire Rush, swear by my soul and my words to take the Great Dao Oath: from this day forth, I will loyally follow Zuo Dao. If I violate this oath, may my path be destroyed and may I never reincarnate." Without waiting for Zuo Dao's response, a strand of vital blood flew from between Fire Rush's brows and merged into Zuo Dao. At the same time, thunder rumbled in the void; it was the Great Dao responding to Fire Rush's vow. Until Fire Rush met his end and vanished from existence, it would keep watch over him.
Zuo Dao was completely stunned; he never expected Fire Rush to make such a heavy oath.
"Brother didn't mean it at all! I just wanted to tease you! Why did you take it so seriously?" he lamented inwardly. However, having already accepted the Blood Oath, it was futile to think any further. It seemed he would have to accommodate another mouth to feed in the future.
Fortunately, Fire Rush couldn't hear his thoughts; otherwise, they would surely be at each other's throats.
"What do you mean by having another mouth to feed?"
Bone Daoist and the others were utterly petrified. "The Great Dao Oath has even come into play. Is the world changing too fast, or have I truly been out of touch for too long?"
Yao Ming looked at Fire Rush with an enlightened expression.
"I, Yao Ming, swear by my soul, as my word, and make the Great Dao Oath. From this day forth, I will loyally follow Zuo Dao. If I betray this oath, may my path be destroyed and never attain Reincarnation."
Another thunderclap echoed through the air.
Zuo Dao lost control of his body and fell from the sky.
"You can't play me like this!!!"
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