I Truly Am The Villian-Chapter 1124 - 1123: Ten Mile Slope Sword God

“Why bother,” Xu Zimei slightly shook his head.

He was merely passing by, yet these people insisted on standing in his way.

This place was Zhennan Pass, he took out the map he had bought earlier and glanced at it.

The next stop should be Ten Mile Slope.

“Ten Mile Slope’s Sword God,” Xu Zimei murmured softly.

This was a story that had become legendary.

Step by step, he walked toward the interior of Zhennan Pass.

Behind him was once again the rustling of autumn leaves falling, as well as the solitary and desolate ancient buildings in the wind.

The continuous checkpoints disappeared from sight.

He walked out of the ancient buildings, at the end of his sight, once again, was the plain.

A vast plain, one that you couldn’t see the end of.

The moment he stepped onto the plain, a Sword Intent soared into the sky from the northwest.

It turned into a Torrent, tearing apart the clouds in the Firmament.

Without seeing the person, the Heaven-reaching Sword Intent had already descended.

Xu Zimei walked a few steps, and there was already someone blocking his path ahead.

It was an old man holding Imperial Paper and dressed in eunuch’s clothes.

He stooped his back, his voice sharp and thin.

Seeing Xu Zimei, he said, “Her Lordship the Myriad Flowers does not wish to see you, would this Dao friend please turn back?”

“Myriad Flowers Lord?” Xu Zimei replied.

“You mean the Myriad Flowers Fairy, right.”

“How audacious! How could you directly address her Lordship by name,” the eunuch elder chastised.

“What? She doesn’t dare to meet me herself, sending a dead monster to annoy me?” Xu Zimei retorted.

“You… you,” the eunuch elder pointed at Xu Zimei, speechless for a long moment.

“How reckless.”

“Ask the Myriad Flowers Fairy if she still remembers Emperor Qitian,” Xu Zimei said.

“I can’t be bothered to talk to you,” the eunuch elder snorted coldly.

He slowly spread open the Imperial Paper.

With a piercing voice, he said, “May I trouble the Sword God to meet us.”

As soon as the words fell, an intense Sword Intent sped forth from the sky.

That Sword Intent tore through everything; Xu Zimei had never seen such a fierce Sword Intent before.

In the blink of an eye, the sword-wielding person was already standing above him.

A Longsword hovered in the void, and the man in white robes with a silver cape simply gazed quietly at the two below.

His eyes contained not a hint of emotion.

With his slanted bangs, half of his eye was nearly covered.

His countenance was resolute, carved as if by a knife, with sword-like brows and starry eyes.

Dressed in white robes fluttering with the wind, his silver cape blended with the white, as Sword Intent ceaselessly surged forth.

“Her Lordship has decreed that you slay anyone who intrudes here,” the eunuch elder said with a cold voice.

The Sword God glanced at Xu Zimei but remained utterly indifferent.

“Why haven’t you made your move?” the eunuch elder waited and then shouted loudly, “Are you planning to defy Her Lordship’s command?”

The Sword God glanced at him, just a glance.

The vast land seemed to have been cleaved into two halves by a sword at dawn.

Countless sword marks densely enveloped the eunuch elder.

Just in that instant, no one saw clearly, but he had already slashed countless times.

And then these swords landed on the eunuch elder’s body, no doubt he’d already died many times over.

It was a warning.

Sword God said indifferently, “My sword does not like others to speak loudly, be mindful of that.”

He jumped down from his sword, which seemed sentient, affectionately circling around him.

The eunuch elder swallowed hard, his tone softening slightly.

“These are all commands from the Lord, I’m merely delivering a message.”

“I understand,” Sword God Xie Changliu waved his hand, signifying that the eunuch elder could leave.

The eunuch elder’s expression was awkward, and ultimately, he let out a cold huff and walked away into the distance.

……

“Xie Changliu,” Sword God turned his head to Xu Zimei and said calmly, declaring his own name.

“Let’s duel.”

“Observing your Sword Intent, you don’t appear to be someone that takes shelter under others; why would you obey orders from Myriad Flowers Fairy?” Xu Zimei inquired.

For those who have walked far along their own path, their personalities and Sword Dao have already become closely intertwined.

It can be said that they are inseparable.

This could be used to deduce a person’s nature.

Xie Changliu’s Sword Intent is unstoppable, absolutely unbending to anyone.

“Everyone has their own difficulties to bear. I won’t tell you, and you shouldn’t ask,” Sword God Xie Changliu replied.

“Draw your blade.”

The broad sword in his hand closed together; the sword that was several dozens of centimeters wide, its wings folded in, the blade rising and falling unevenly.

The broad sword instantly transformed into a thin sword.

Xie Changliu held the sword with its tip pointed towards Xu Zimei.

Countless Sword Intents converged to a single point.

Xu Zimei slowly raised Tyrant Shadow; at this moment, their swords and blades clashed invisibly.

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Neither person made a move yet, but there was a clash of metallic might, like armored cavalry, erupting between them.

Blade Qi and Sword Qi shattered the void around them into pieces as easily as tofu.

Throughout the heaven and earth, there was only the vast collision of blades and swords.

Behind Xu Zimei, countless Blade Qis gathered to form the shape of Curved Blades.

The same was true for Xie Changliu’s Sword Qi.

Countless swords and blades shattered, and the space between the two completely exploded.

“Boom boom boom!”

The aftereffects of the explosion annihilated everything within, but the two remained still and unmoved.

Xie Changliu was seen slowly raising the Longsword.

Then his figure moved.

Had there been an outsider present, they would surely not have been able to see anything; all that remained in the world was a trace of sword light.

The fleeting sword light of a galloping steed.

The next moment, in whirling white robes, the Longsword exploded right in front of Xu Zimei.

Xu Zimei’s eyes narrowed slightly; his Curved Blade also moved.

The sword technique was incredibly fast, reaching its ultimate speed.

It was as if it could deliver thousands, or even tens of thousands, of swords in one second, the number indefinite.

But no matter how fast the sword, the movements in Xu Zimei’s hands were not fast.

His Tyrant Shadow defended normally, yet it perfectly defended against every incoming sword.

Both had their own rhythm.

In the end, it came down to who could first draw the other into their own rhythm.

The shadows of the blade and the sword passed through the void.

The two battled like this for over ten minutes; Xu Zimei did not use overwhelming power for direct Suppression.

He was merely using pure Blade Technique in response.

In his entire life, he rated this person’s sword technique as certainly the best.

If one set aside realms and strength, judging purely on the sword and blade, the two were actually evenly matched.