A gentle breeze swept through the valley.
However, the memory of Lu Mingyuan's recent strike—an earth-shattering blow that could make gods and ghosts weep—was still seared into everyone's memory.
An elderly man with a head of white hair, so old he seemed to have one foot in the grave, gazed at the lingering Sword Intent from Lu Mingyuan's strike, a look of reminiscence in his eyes.
"I remember now. Could this be the legendary Dragon Slaying Nineteen Forms?"
The Direct Disciple at his side asked in surprise, "Sect Leader, are you referring to that renowned Sword Saint from a thousand years ago?"
"The very one."
The old Sect Leader squinted, continuing to reminisce. "With his Unparalleled Saber Technique, he slew three Throne Great Demons, including the infamously vicious Dragon Lord. His deeds became a monument at the Northern Great Wall. He rose from an unknown junior to achieve sainthood in one fell swoop, and people called him the Sword Saint."
