This comment seemed to strike a nerve with the Wudang Sword Saint. He immediately retorted, "Of course I’m worthy! In the Martial World of the Human Clan, only I am entitled to the title of Sword Saint. Your current strength and reputation are merely a fluke!" His tone was agitated, clearly incensed by the challenge to his title. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Ye Fan said, "You’re just a loser. Now that the Human Clan is on the verge of ruin, you shirk your responsibility and hide by this small lake, clinging desperately to life. You indulge in your dream of being the greatest in the world. How utterly absurd!"

Stunned by Ye Fan’s words, the Wudang Sword Saint seemed to be transported back a thousand years.

Back then, when he was still a Nameless Swordsman, he had joined the then-thriving Wudang Sword Sect. Within the Sect, he was just an ordinary disciple. He greatly admired his junior sister, the pride and joy of the Wudang Sword Sect. But her heart lay elsewhere, for she fancied a Sword Dao Genius within the sect. When he confessed his feelings to her, she scornfully berated and mocked him.

Frustrated in his youth, he spent a hundred years perfecting a single sword, eventually becoming a grandmaster of the Sword Dao. He thought that this time, he would finally win her affection. However, even after surpassing that Sword Dao Genius, he still could not win her heart.

He howled at the heavens in his resentment. He spent the next five hundred years cultivating, finally ascending to the throne of the Sword Dao. He created the Wudang Thirty-Six Sword and swept across the world. That time, he returned filled with hatred. He slew both the Sword Dao Genius and the junior sister he had once admired.

And so, the Wudang Sword Saint became the most solitary man of his era, earning the title ’King of Assassins’.

Recalling this, he was filled with resentment and fury.

At this, he immediately yelled, "You will never surpass me in the Sword Dao! I am the strongest!"

The Wudang Sword Saint’s hair was disheveled and his eyes were bloodshot. These were clear signs of Demon Possession, of a man who had lost all reason. Ye Fan saw the jealousy on his face, a sentiment he could understand. The current Wudang Sword Saint wanted only one thing: to kill him.

So, he said disdainfully, "You’re talented, but unfortunately, you’ve strayed from the proper path. When you see others achieve more than you, you grow jealous and green with envy! That’s why you are nothing but a loser who will never achieve greatness."

Ye Fan’s words were eerily similar to what his junior sister had said all those years ago.

The Wudang Sword Saint could no longer withstand the blow and roared, "Let me show you what the true Sword Dao is!"

"In the Sword Dao, I am the strongest!"

"Wudang Thirty-Six Sword!"

Instantly, thirty-six swords appeared above the Wudang Sword Saint. They formed an Array, a formation like a killing machine, that hurtled toward Ye Fan.

Ye Fan looked at the Wudang Sword Saint with disdain. Although the Wudang Thirty-Six Sword was grand and powerful, carrying with it an aura that could slaughter the world, Ye Fan was not the least bit afraid. For him, challenging the Wudang Thirty-Six Sword was no problem at all.

Therefore, he shouted, "Is this the Wudang Thirty-Six Sword? How pathetic!"

The sound of a sword cry ripping through the air echoed.

The Grassland Bear couldn’t sit still any longer and was about to come forward to help Ye Fan, but Ye Fan waved him off. If he couldn’t even defeat the Wudang Sword Saint, what right did he have to launch his expulsion plan?

Ye Fan exclaimed, "Watch closely! You will be defeated within three moves, without a doubt!"

He possessed an invincible confidence. With his Sword and Martial Arts Dual Cultivation, his power in either discipline was at the pinnacle of this world. As the Wudang Thirty-Six Sword closed in, he remained completely fearless.

At that moment, he roared, "Returning Sect Slaughter!"

The Returning to the Sect Sword shot upward, colliding with the Wudang Thirty-Six Sword. All around them, leaves were sliced in half. As the Sword Qi descended, it cleaved through everything on the ground below. This was a clash between masters of the highest tier of Sword Dao!

With this one move, the Wudang Thirty-Six Sword was broken.

Ye Fan said coldly, "The first move!"

He then shot forward, reaching the Wudang Sword Saint in the blink of an eye. The Wudang Sword Saint moved to block again, but Ye Fan shouted, "The second and third moves!"

When these two strikes landed, the clearing fell silent. Both the Wudang Sword Saint and Ye Fan stood perfectly still. Fresh blood dripped from the tip of the Yuanhong Sword. The Wudang Sword Saint’s face was deathly pale, and his entire body trembled.

"Impossible... How could two simple strikes injure me so grievously? It’s impossible!" the Wudang Sword Saint roared. He couldn’t believe that such simple sword strikes could defeat him. But the fact was, he was truly wounded.

"Ah!"

He sank to his knees. The Wudang Thirty-Six Sword was his life’s work, perfected over a thousand years until it was without a single flaw. Even he, a King who had reached the pinnacle of the Sword Dao, could not find the slightest imperfection. Yet, he had been severely wounded by Ye Fan with just a few strokes. He refused to accept defeat!

Ye Fan said, "You think your swordsmanship is perfect? Any true swordsman who reaches your level of strength can break the technique you’re so proud of!"

The Wudang Sword Saint roared, unwilling to listen further. According to Ye Fan, any true swordsman could break his sword technique. Why was that? He had, after all, once been completely unrivaled, conquering the world with this very swordsmanship!

He yelled at Ye Fan, "Impossible!"

Ye Fan continued, "Fundamentally, your Wudang Thirty-Six Sword is indeed a superior form of swordsmanship, but you overlooked one thing."

"You only follow a set routine. Any opponent who survived a fight with you once could surely defeat you the next time they faced you!

"The highest realm of the Sword Dao is to win without form, to counter each move as it comes. The greatest masters of the sword rely solely on their instincts to fight!

"That is the highest realm of the Sword Dao—when an enemy makes a move, you have already conceived of several ways to counter it!" Ye Fan finished coldly.

"Hahahaha! So that’s how it is. But I still believe in my own understanding. There’s a reason I hold the title of Sword Saint! It was no accident!"

"Boy, do you think you can fool me with just a few words? You’re mistaken!" the Wudang Sword Saint laughed wildly.

This man is beyond saving. A man who has succumbed to his inner demons like this will only become a scourge upon the world if left alive.

Thus, Ye Fan said, "Trick you? You think far too highly of yourself. I only need one move to kill you!"

"I don’t believe you!"

The Wudang Sword Saint charged forward with a ferocious expression, but Ye Fan only revealed a sinister smile.

He held the Yuanhong Sword horizontally, unfazed even as the thirty-six blades pressed down on him with menacing power. He felt no fear.

Then, he swung his sword.

Instantly, the thirty-six blades vanished into nothingness. The Wudang Sword Saint could only stare, dumbfounded, at Ye Fan.

His head, a look of unwillingness etched upon its features, tumbled from his shoulders and dropped to the ground.

The great Wudang Sword Saint of his generation was beheaded by Ye Fan on this day.