With this sword of mine, even a sage would struggle to rival its edge.

Unattainable?

Upon hearing Yi Feng's words, Bai Piaopiao and Su Jie were both stunned, exchanging a silent glance. Astonishment flickered in their clear eyes, an unusual expression rarely seen on either of them.

Not only was Bai Piaopiao deeply shaken, but even the usually reticent Su Jie was left wide-eyed in disbelief.

The path of immortality is vast and boundless, stretching beyond the reach of a single lifetime. From sages to mortals, those who fail to reach the pinnacle ultimately face the same fate—a withering lifespan. This is the cruel destiny that drives all to seek the Dao. Death represents infinite terror, and before such despair, all beings are equal.

Even those who sacrifice themselves for righteousness rarely do so with absolute composure.

Yet now, this seemingly ordinary man displayed a detachment beyond mortal comprehension. In his pursuit of supreme divine techniques, he cast aside all fear of death, striving only to ascend to the highest realm.

But such divine techniques were far from guaranteed success!

Such unyielding Dao-heart was unparalleled through the ages!

Bai Piaopiao's heart raced, tangled emotions surging within her. Though Yi Feng was merely a half-saint, the resolve he displayed at this moment eclipsed all beings under heaven, shining like the bright moon overlooking the world!

This was the man who had captured her heart!

Su Jie, however, wore a grave expression. For the first time since their meeting, she regarded Yi Feng with solemn respect. As Bai Piaopiao quietly stepped back, Su Jie raised her sacred sword with her left hand, as if facing a peerless master!

Her voice was heavy with reverence.

"At my full strength, even a saint would not dare face my blade. Do you still not regret your choice?"

Yi Feng smiled, his eyes brimming with anticipation and ease.

"Excellent!"

"Please, strike with all your might. I would be deeply grateful!"

Indeed, this man's Dao-heart was unbreakable, unwavering even in the face of death—a resolve unmatched in this world!

Su Jie was stunned by his words.

"Very well…"

She nodded solemnly, her right hand lightly gripping the hilt. With just that faint touch, the sacred sword—unused for years—let out a resonant hum, like a dragon's roar piercing the heavens. In an instant, the clouds split, and the moonlight dimmed!

The sword left its sheath, and the world fell silent!

The entire sacred land was engulfed by an overwhelming sword intent, its radiance stretching into the starry sky. Before the strike was even unleashed, it seemed poised to cleave the heavens, its brilliance outshining the moon and stars, as if all creation would pale before its might!

For that fleeting moment, the sheer power surpassed all imagination. Even Bai Piaopiao, a fellow saint, had never witnessed such sword radiance, nor had she seen Su Jie unleash her full strength. Watching from above, she felt an immense pressure, her delicate fingers clenching tightly!

Before that sword, Bai Piaopiao felt utterly insignificant. Her earlier palm strike had merely tapped into a sliver of Dao power, nothing more than a gentle breeze compared to this near-tangible sword intent. Even if she exhausted all her hidden techniques, she could never withstand this strike—it would surely obliterate her body and Dao alike!

The full might of a true saint could force the heavens to yield—how terrifying!

Bai Piaopiao's gaze was riveted, her body tense to the extreme. Under such overwhelming pressure, the sword seemed to tear through space itself, its radiance descending upon Yi Feng in an instant!

Too fast!

This was not mere speed—it transcended consciousness itself. Even Bai Piaopiao, a newly ascended saint, couldn't react in time. As she watched, the lone figure's final smile vanished, swallowed whole by the monstrous sword light!

All fell silent.

The world blazed as bright as day!

Bai Piaopiao's heart wrenched, a cry nearly escaping her lips!!!

"Bzzzzzzzzz~~~~~~!"

The sacred sword's hum shook the heavens, as if time itself had frozen!

Bai Piaopiao clenched her fingers within her sleeves until her knuckles turned white. Every healing elixir she possessed was summoned, her gaze locked onto the ruins of the courtyard, now as bright as noon!

No matter the outcome, she was powerless to intervene. All she could do was prepare to save Yi Feng with everything she had, waiting in agonized silence!

For the first time since becoming a saint, Bai Piaopiao felt helpless, realizing her own insignificance. In this moment, despair as vast as the crumbling heavens filled her heart!

A pain so deep it pierced her soul!!!

Yet no matter how she struggled, the sword's might was too overwhelming. The illuminated ruins shone like the sun, blinding even her saintly eyes!

The world seemed to stand still. Amid the apocalyptic brilliance, a deafening roar erupted from the heavens!

"BOOM!!!"

Even without seeing, Bai Piaopiao knew—Yi Feng had been pierced by the terrifying sword intent, and the land behind him must have been erased by its devastating force!

Tears welled in her eyes, her lips bitten red with anxiety. She couldn't fathom the outcome, her heart burning with dread!

But then—

A series of dull impacts followed!

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

Yi Feng must have been sent flying, grievously wounded!

The thought barely formed before Bai Piaopiao could hold back no longer. Unleashing her full Dao aura, she forced her eyes open and frantically scanned the storm's center, ready to charge forward!

Yet when her desperate gaze landed—

She saw a figure standing unharmed, his face blank with confusion. Despite the bottomless chasm behind him, he remained motionless, staring dumbly into the distance!

Yi Feng was unhurt?!

How… how was this possible…

Bai Piaopiao's mind went blank, unable to process anything.

Instinctively following his gaze, she spotted another figure hurtling westward at terrifying speed, crashing through palaces and pavilions in a storm of dust and debris!

The figure moved too fast—Bai Piaopiao could only make out the glint of a sacred sword!

Su Jie!?

Why was Yi Feng standing unscathed while her friend was sent flying as if she had been the one struck? Everything was reversed—what in the world had happened…

Bai Piaopiao was utterly lost.

Witnessing this unbelievable scene, she couldn't think straight, nor could she imagine the cause. But Su Jie was the strongest Sword Saint—such a recoil wouldn't harm her. The sword's radiance was too intense, making pursuit impossible for now.

Overcome with shock, Bai Piaopiao could only teleport to Yi Feng's side in a flash.

She urgently demanded,

"Yi Feng?! Are you hurt? What just happened?!"

Yi Feng was equally baffled.

He stared at Bai Piaopiao for a long moment, unable to form a single word, as if his entire worldview had been upended!

He had no idea either.

Moments ago, Yi Feng had watched in exhilaration as the sword light tore through the heavens, so terrifying it seemed his dream was finally coming true. He had spread his arms, ready to embrace death.

Then—smack!

So fast!

Everything was over before he knew it. He felt nothing, followed by those dull thuds!

And now, when he opened his eyes—absolutely nothing was wrong with him! Meanwhile, Su Jie had vanished! If Bai Piaopiao was asking him, who was he supposed to ask?!

Seeing the worry in her eyes as she frantically checked him for injuries, Yi Feng could only offer soothing words to ease her fears.

"Miss Bai, it seems... I'm fine. You don't need to worry too much."

As these words rang out, Bai Piaopiao first let out a long sigh of relief. But upon taking a closer look at Yi Feng, her eyes gradually filled with shock, then turned to astonishment. She stood frozen, staring in disbelief.

This couldn't be possible!

Given Yi Feng's cultivation level, there was no way he could have withstood Su Jie's full-powered strike unscathed—let alone sent Su Jie flying backward!

If it had been her own full-strength attack, it might have made sense for Yi Feng to block it. But Su Jie's cultivation and mastery of the sword were such that even a Saint would struggle to withstand her strike. How was Yi Feng completely unharmed?!

Could his strength truly be so terrifying? Was he actually a Saint, capable of enduring Su Jie's most devastating sword technique?!

This—!

Bai Piaopiao was utterly stunned, her mind roiling with shock.

The handsome young man and the beautiful maiden stood facing each other in silence, their hearts equally tumultuous, both frozen in bewilderment like a pair of dumbfounded fools.

Only when ripples stirred in the void before them, and a dust-covered Su Jie reappeared, did the two finally snap out of their daze—speaking in perfect unison!

"Sister Su, what on earth just happened?"

"Miss Su, what on earth just happened...?"

Su Jie didn’t appear to be gravely injured, but her face was pale, clearly not in the best condition. She stared at Yi Feng for a long moment, her eyes filled with solemnity.

Her voice was low, laced with deep wariness.

"To think... you truly are at the Saint realm."

"And not just any Saint—an extraordinarily powerful one!"