Su Yi felt great.

It was as if this battle had ignited his will to fight; he felt his blood heat up for the first time in ages.

Meeting a worthy opponent was joyous indeed.

Up until this point, he’d resolved most of his battles with a single swing of his sword. After a while, it was inevitable that Su Yi would feel a bit lonely.

But now, although Sutra Crane had only just broken through, he was still an Earthly Immortal. Facing off against him, Su Yi could finally taste the thrill of battle.

Sword cultivators were born for combat.

How could he sharpen his Dao Heart without it?

The onlookers then watched as—

Su Yi danced about the battlefield, swinging his sword in high spirits, free and unfettered as an immortal.

In his hands, the Abstruse God Sword clanged and hummed—the music of slaughter. 

Some of the streaks of sword qi Su Yi unleashed were like rivers of stars pouring down onto the world below.

Others were like radiant suns and moons, illuminating everything around them.

Others seemed to demarcate purity and filth, or wander throughout the ten directions.

And others….

In Su Yi’s hands, the profundity of the Rejoicing Sword Sutra was on full display.

As he fought on, Su Yi became...