Sharp Knife

In this lawless realm of martial arts, I unsheathe my sword and ascend, its blade cutting through the emptiness, devoid of guilt or remorse. In a world where no being adheres to the Dao, I execute judgment with the sharp edge of my blade. Beneath the icy scrutiny of the starlit sky, I brandish my sword with disdain.
The journey to the Great Dao is fraught with challenges, but with a single stroke of my sword, I carve a path, standing supreme and unparalleled!

Heaven Slaying Blade

Watching Chu Mo's nonchalant expression, observing how swiftly and easily the injured from our sect began to relax, Elder Tu could only heave a sigh in his heart. Such a young person was absolutely deserving of the title of a young titan. He couldn't even use the term "fearsome young talent" to describe Chu Mo, for it no longer seemed fitting. Chu Mo had indeed already qualified to be on an equal footing with someone like him, a Quasi-Supreme, and even, deep in his heart, Elder Tu felt: it probably wouldn't be long before he would lose even the right to stand as an equal before this youth.


"Daoist Friend Chu," Elder Tu changed his address once more, as he bowed respectfully, "Thank you!"


Chu Mo returned the bow, "There's no need for formality, Elder Tu. It was originally my fault."


One who respects me by an inch, I respect them by a foot. This was Chu Mo's way of conducting himself in the world.


Chapter 1281: Windwalker