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

He looked down at the grand formation beneath him, momentarily unsure of how to respond.


The Sword Dao Holy Land where Zhao Chunyang resides and cultivates!


The Holy Empress wants him to break this formation?


The Holy Empress said calmly, "With me here, what are you afraid of?"


Zhu Yan's expression was a bit complex upon hearing this.


He knew well that the Holy Empress was a powerful figure at the pinnacle of the Yang God realm, but Zhao Chunyang... was also at this level!


Just based on cultivation and attack methods.


His fear of Zhao Chunyang was no less than that of the Holy Empress.


The great ship fell silent for several moments, and the Holy Empress's gaze toward Zhu Yan became icy cold.


Zhu Yan gritted his teeth and agreed with reluctance.


Chapter 58: Empty Mountain