Sword Master.

Li Jun's ethereal blade was the king of all sword techniques and sword intent. The rusted steel sword wielded by the disciple of the Supreme Sword Sect didn't stand a chance. With a single strike, the sword was decapitated, its blade separating from the hilt as Li Jun moved to follow up.

The disciple's eyes shot open as he stared down the glowing silhouette of a gigantic sword. Every sensation in his body told him to run. He couldn't defeat something so terrifying.

"You're a sword master!?" he exclaimed, stumbling back and raising his hands to surrender. His sect had sword masters, of course, but even there, they were rare. However, each disciple knew one thing, the only thing that mattered when facing a sword master. If you weren't also a sword master, then your sword techniques were useless.

Li Jun grinned as he pointed his blade at the man's throat.