Chapter 917 - 566: Since Ancient Times, the World’s Greatest Blade! (Double - )

Chapter 917: Chapter 566: Since Ancient Times, the World’s Greatest Blade! (Double Chapter)

"Oh! Even if Song Changming has such glorious past achievements, you still think it’s Young Friend Tong who will win."

Emperor Yun chuckled.

"Yes!" Xin Yan nodded, her face remained solemn and serious.

This was undoubtedly her true feeling, with no intention to favor the fellow heir of the Ancient Martial Sect.

Compared to Song Changming, whom she had only heard about and never met, she had truly witnessed Tong Zhige’s prowess, and felt that among peers in a one-on-one situation, no one could defeat Tong Zhige!

She couldn’t even imagine a scenario where Tong Zhige would lose.

After all, that’s the Taijia Saber!

"The Taijia Saber has always been passed down in one lineage, and it seems it hasn’t surfaced for about two hundred years now. Miss Xin Yan, let’s watch closely." Emperor Yun smiled and looked at the figure of Song Changming standing in the Yunhai not far away.

He understood Xin Yan’s thoughts; the Taijia Saber might be unknown to ordinary martial artists, but among the strong, the Taijia Saber’s reputation was like thunder in their ears.

To say nothing else, ancient texts reveal that the heir of the Taijia Saber once challenged the former Emperor Yuan alone with one saber.

The battle lasted for seven whole days before he tasted defeat, earning Emperor Yuan’s praise, calling the heir of the Taijia Saber the first among all sabers in the world!

This world’s number one title was designated by Emperor Yuan, so it entered the annals!

From then on, the Taijia Saber was deified.

But later, after the calamity that nearly caused the world’s destruction, Emperor Yuan vanished, and many heirs of the Ancient Martial Sect’s powerful figures disappeared in succession.

Over time, as things changed rapidly, fewer and fewer knew about these ancient sects.

And these heirs of the ancient sects also became increasingly low-key, especially the Taijia Saber, often not appearing for hundreds of years.

This time Emperor Yun kept Song Changming precisely to introduce him to the heir of the Taijia Saber.

He himself was a bit curious about how far this new generation of Taijia Saber heir had reached in terms of strength.

This Ancient Saber Technique was truly glorious back then!

It’s just that the past is now too distant, only recorded in some ancient texts.

Of course, Emperor Yun never thought Song Changming would be defeated in this duel.

No matter how impressive the Taijia Saber is, it’s ultimately just a saber technique, the key is the person.

Only when the person wielding the saber is strong enough can the technique’s power be fully realized.

And Song Changming is overwhelmingly strong!

It’s hard to imagine someone of the same generation stronger than Song Changming!

In the Yunhai, Song Changming’s gaze fell on the saber in Tong Zhige’s hand.

Though the saber was sheathed, showing no full appearance, Song Changming could sense that this saber probably had some mysterious attributes.

"Come on." Song Changming didn’t waste words, directly saying.

His understanding of the Taijia Saber was far less than that of Emperor Yun and Xin Yan next to him; he just knew that martial arts must be strong, so he didn’t underestimate the person much.

"Pardon me!" Tong Zhige also got serious, and with these words, dashed towards Song Changming.

As he neared Song Changming, he suddenly shouted.

"Wind Treading!"

The next moment, Tong Zhige’s speed broke the sound barrier, leaving a residual shadow in place, and in an instant, his true form swiftly approached Song Changming.

Then, he drew his saber to slash!

"Taiyin Technique!"

Only to see Tong Zhige draw a pitch-black from the sheathed saber, with no sign of the blade, just an unknown black aura.

The black aura slashed out, instantly spilling like ink, rendering the surroundings into a night-like darkness.

Song Changming also drew his God-devouring Saber, and struck out a sword qi.

But in the blink of an eye, his sword qi was engulfed by the opponent’s black aura, only causing ripples.

"Interesting." Seeing this, Song Changming’s eyes lit up.

It had been a long time since he encountered a saber technique that amazed him.

Those renowned saber Tao masters in the world were, in his view, mostly just so-so.

After all, he had perfected a swordsmanship martial arts technique, and his vision was beyond what common martial artists could reach.

After one ineffectual strike, Song Changming wasn’t anxious, allowing the pitch-black sword qi to bombard him.

This pitch-black sword qi, like water, dissipated the Master’s Power covering his body.

It’s worth noting that he now had a Late Realm’s grandmaster cultivation, and the Purple Mansion had cultivated sixty-one drops of Grandmaster Essence Blood.

The Master’s Power was so strong, it was thus easily dispelled, showing the extraordinary power of the black sword qi.

But it didn’t stop there, the black sword qi was like a venom clinging to his skin, sinister and poisonous.

However, this time, Song Changming’s flesh remained unharmed.

"To actually withstand my Taiyin Technique with just flesh and blood, indeed an Immortal Song!" Tong Zhige merged into the darkness, witnessing Song Changming directly enduring his sword qi with his physique, couldn’t help feeling mildly shocked.

This was indeed the first time in his saber training.

As for flesh strength, he was willing to call Song Changming the strongest!

Not rotting, not disintegrating, not dying, not extinguished, blood like magma, flesh stronger than drill iron!

The strength and vitality in this body, even without any saber technique, merely a casual saber wave, were already unbeatable, surpassing numerous saber techniques!

"Not bad, this sinister sword force." Song Changming said lightly, raising his hand to wipe away the black sword qi, which instantly dissipated.

"Also, the day has darkened a bit." Song Changming glanced around before raising his saber to strike again.

Boom!

A giant Thunder Dragon a hundred feet long flew out along the saber, bursting with blinding lightning, crashing through the surrounding darkness.