Wrestling Panda

"Sword Cultivators may die standing, but they shall never live on their knees!"
Xie Xuanyi fell into the Northern Sea, yet, under the nourishment of the "Undying Spring," he unexpectedly welcomed a second life.
Chronic ailments had faded, and new flames reignited.
A single ember can set the fields ablaze.
Enchantresses, Sword Immortals, Buddhist disciples... A multitude of demons danced chaotically as a great tide approached, heralding another golden age!
In his previous life, his body was frail; in this life, he would refine his body with golden vital energy, achieving indestructible, crystal-clear Vajra bones!
If the three hundred flying swords of the past were all broken, then he would forge an entire Sword Qi Cave Heaven!
"Talismans, formation patterns, Daoist techniques—I only know so much—"
Xie Xuanyi sat alone within a great array, with his former long sword placed across his knees.
"Who says the path realized by Sword Cultivators can only be the Sword Dao?"

Remould the Glory of Sword Art

The wind blows and the sword qi gradually subsides.


Xiao Qi lowered her head, looking complexly at the long sword embedded in her chest... A Qi-controlling Realm cultivator actually wounded her?


The tip of the sword pierced through her chest from below and protruded from her back.


Scalding blood flowed along the blade, blown away by the wind, forming full, round droplets that did not fall to the ground but rather hovered in the air. This was the Grotto Heaven of Xiao Qi's Tao Realm, named "Wind Cutting." This world, woven from silk threads, was called the "Wind Cutting Realm."


This place was supposed to be filled with raging winds, but the withered branch plunged into the ground anchored the eye of the storm.


Now, the true ruler of this world was not on the ground, but in the sky.


Whether there was wind, Xiao Qi did not decide.


A black-clad young Sword Cultivator, suspended in the air, softly conveyed, "It's done."


Updated: Chapter 51 Wind Cutting Realm