The middle-aged man saw a world filled with swords.

His confidence, his arrogance, and his composure disappeared in an instant.

His hand holding the wine pot trembled.

The glistening and aromatic wine spilled.

But he didn't notice it at all.

The middle-aged man swallowed hard, his heart turned cold.

In his eyes, the world of swords had become incredibly vast and boundless.

Clang!

A streak of sword energy streaked and occupied the center of this world.

It was abnormally gorgeous, making the sun, moon, and the stars its foil.

The middle-aged man murmured, "Three thousand years ago, Father once challenged an immortal. He used all of his strength and slashed out with his sword. It split the sky and attracted the attention of every living being in the world…"

"This sword and that sword are similar."

"Was this originally executed by Father?"

The middle-aged man said that the Millennium Sword God had benefited from him.

But to be honest, he respected and loved his father. Even though he knew that his father was already dead, he still wanted to find his corpse and obtain his father's Flying Sword Technique.

He wanted to personally execute that sword technique as a tribute to his Father whom he dearly missed. But who would have thought that a sword move similar to his Father's would suddenly appear before eyes?

The middle-aged man gasped for air.

"Who is it?"

"Who is imitating my father?"

"This move is indeed formidable, but I have already surpassed my father. Your sword move is laughable in my eyes.

"I am the successor to the path of the sword. I am invincible with my sword!"

The middle-aged man let out a long roar. With a bang, he released all of his strength. Surging sword energy rolled out from his back like boiling seawater.

A sea of sword energies!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The middle-aged man was flying in the air. Behind him emerged a sword energy wave that was even larger than the wave that Princess Yulin had stirred just now.

The middle-aged man wanted to slash apart the incoming sword move.

He attacked with fury. The surging sword energy condensed into a huge, terrifying broadsword.

The broadsword seemed to be connected to the heavens itself as it slashed down.

It was a shocking scene.

The captive Princess Yulin looked over in surprise.

She looked at the middle-aged man, confused.

He was the only one on the empty beach.

Why did he suddenly become so angry to the point that he executed such a terrifying move?

Princess Yulin couldn't see what the middle-aged man was seeing.

The mastermind behind all of this was Lin Jiufeng.

He stood far away from the array formation and observed the scene calmly from where he stood.

What the middle-aged man saw just now was just a glance from Lin Jiufeng mixed with a wisp of his sword aura.

It was reflected in the middle-aged man's eyes.

Lin Jiufeng didn't expect him to be so agitated that he immediately went berserk.

The broadsword condensed from countless terrifying sword energies directly came crashing down.

Ka! Ka! Ka!

The air trembled.

Although the middle-aged man didn't know that Lin Jiufeng—the culprit was so close to him, he was certain that he was right to slash in the direction where he saw the sword energy.

"Who dares to say that they are invincible in front of me?" The middle-aged man was very confident.

Once his broadsword landed, he would crush every opponent that dared to stand before him.

Unfortunately, Lin Jiufeng remained indifferent.

He only stretched out his hand and imitated the way the middle-aged man dealt with Princess Yulin.

He used his finger as a sword.

It directly slashed down.

Boom!

Lin Jiufeng's sword energy became the meaning of 'invincible'.

The aggressive and imposing broadsword directly broke in half.

As the broadsword split into two, the middle-aged man spurted out a large mouthful of blood and retreated more than ten steps.

Each step he took was very forceful, causing the entire bay to tremble.

Ta! Ta! Ta! Ta!

The middle-aged man's vital energy and blood were in turmoil.

His face was flushed red, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Veins bulged on his skin, making him look terrifying.

"You…" He pointed in Lin Jiufeng's direction, wanting to say something.

But in the very next moment, he spat out another mouthful of blood.

The middle-aged man looked in Lin Jiufeng's direction. Despair twirled in his eyes.

He still didn't see who it was that attacked him.

He only saw a faint figure.

A figure that walked out of the sword light.

Then, the figure casually slashed.

The figure defeated him as easily as he defeated Princess Yulin.

The defeat he had just suffered made the middle-aged man recall something.

3,000 years ago, his father executed a sword move that stunned the world.

His father fought against an immortal.

The middle-aged man did not mention the outcome of that battle.

Because the outcome was cruel.

His father suffered a crushing defeat!

The sword that stunned the world was nothing in the eyes of the immortal.

In the blink of an eye, everything was over.

He vividly remembered the scene of his father being beaten until he spat out large mouthfuls of blood.

His Father must've looked exactly as he was right now.

Thus, he raised his head and looked at Lin Jiufeng who walked out of the sword light.

His bloodshot eyes were filled with horror.

What he was feeling right now must be similar to what his father felt back then, right?

Bathed in sword light, Lin Jiufeng walked into the formation.

But the formation couldn't hurt him.

Princess Yulin couldn't see him either.

Only the middle-aged man could see him.

He was laid on the ground in the pool of his own blood.

His aura had completely dissipated, like a dying patient he pleaded for mercy.

Lin Jiufeng's face was covered by the sword light, making him look even more mysterious.

He looked at the kneeling middle-aged man and said, "Release Princess Yulin."

"Who are you?" The middle-aged man gnashed his teeth and raised his head with all his might.

Even though his eyes hurt from staring at the glaring sword light, he forcibly opened his eyes, wanting to see Lin Jiufeng's true appearance.

But from the beginning till the end, he remained unable to see Lin Jiufeng's true appearance.

In front of Lin Jiufeng, he was akin to a clown.

"Release Princess Yulin. On account of your father, the Millennium Sword God, I will spare your life. Do you agree?" Lin Jiufeng asked calmly.

"I…" The middle-aged man gasped heavily. In the end, he lowered his head. "I agree!"

Lin Jiufeng nodded in satisfaction and turned to leave.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't make any large or powerful moves. He simply used his finger as a sword and chopped the broadsword into pieces.

The world of swords that the middle-aged man saw was constructed by Lin Jiufeng alone.

After agreeing to release Princess Yu Lin, Lin Jiufeng didn't make another move.

He walked out of the sword light and concealed himself once again.

He took every illusion that he conjured and returned the middle-aged man's senses to the real world.

Beautiful bay, surging waves, and a quaint thatched hut.

The scene sure was beautiful, but it was ruined by a middle-aged man lying in the pool of his own blood.

"So everything was just an illusion …" The middle-aged man realized and was shocked.

He finally understood his father's despair after the battle between him and that immortal ended.

The middle-aged man used the last bits of his strength to disperse the formation suppressing Princess Yulin.

Boom!

Princess Yulin broke through the seawater and soared into the sky.

Her clothes instantly dried up.

She looked at the seriously injured middle-aged man with a suspicious look.

She moved closer to him and asked, "Who managed to injure you to that extent?"

"Take me to the Yuhua God Dynasty, I'll be obedient…" The middle-aged man pleaded weakly.

What happened just now was a harsh reality check to the arrogant successor of the sword path.

Princess Yulin was confused, understandably so, for she had no idea what had just happened.

But she still brought the middle-aged man with her back to the Yuhua God Dynasty.