&nbs"Unexpectedly, you know my other identity. But just relying on the three of you, do you really think you can take me down?"

    Xiao Tianyi opened his full aura, stood with his hands on his back, and at this moment, he looked mature and experienced. Despite wearing a tattered black jinqi, he managed to exude a sense of a dragon's robe, giving him an unparalleled dominance.

    At this moment, Xiao Tianyi has become a completely different person. He is no longer the arrogant Ye Liangchen, but instead, he is the legendary swordsman Li Zhengyi.

    Li Zhengyi, a figure from legend.

    During the flourishing of martial arts, sword-wielding cultivators were widespread across the nine provinces and seas. Among them, there were many more than martial artists. There were numerous sword masters who had reached great mastery in their craft. There were also titles such as Sword Emperor, Sword Immortal, Sword Saint, Sword Demon, and many others. These titles were ubiquitous throughout the world.

    In that era when swordsmen roamed everywhere, there was a figure named Li Zhengyi, who galloped ahead of others. With just a peach-wood sword in his hand, he traversed the nine states continent, vanquishing all swordsmen in the world.

    Later, he went alone to the Central States, challenging the First Elder of the Celestial Master's Mansion with his second-grade body.

    Between the second-grade and first-grade realms lies an abyss akin to the Grand Canyon. Yet, Li Zhengyi triumphed over this insurmountable barrier through his supreme swordsmanship, holding his ground against the First Elder of the Celestial Master's Mansion for over ten moves without defeat.

    It was said that on that day, the sky was overcast with dark clouds and thunder rumbled in the heavens. The sword aura spanned the heavens and the earth as Li Zhengyi drew his sword, its aura extending tens of thousands of miles. With a single strike, he engaged in a deadly battle that even the First Elder of the Celestial Master's Mansion had to exert all his power to match...

    After one day and one night, Li Zhengyi lost.

    However, that battle has become a legend in the hearts of many swordsmen, the ultimate goal for their entire lifetimes. And after that battle, Li Zhengyi was revered by the world as the Sword God...

    Compared to Ye Liangchen, Li Zhengyi's swordsmanship is much stronger. If Ye Liangchen is at the peak of the second grade, then Li Zhengyi is a step away from the first grade.

    Facing the legendary figure from a thousand years ago, Chen Mo looked resolute and neither humble nor arrogant, "Since I know you, naturally I have prepared myself thoroughly."

    "Indeed, there's some pride in you. But, I wonder if your pride is tough enough."

    Xiao Tianyi coldly spoke a sentence, and with a movement of his right hand, which was resting behind his back, the three-feet-long sword stuck in the ground suddenly soared into the air.

    As the sword emerged, countless sword qi enveloped his surroundings. The sword qi transformed into numerous long swords, and within moments, they formed a sword array resembling the bright moon and stars, suspended beneath the sky.

    "Indeed, he is worthy of being the Sword God from a thousand years ago. With this one sword, there's probably no one below the second grade who can match him... Master, three hundred years ago, you protected us with your own strength. Today, I will not let you repeat that mistake."

    Fu Bao took a deep breath before speaking, "Just after taking the healing pill, my injury has improved somewhat. However, I see that the situation is not good, so I'm the first to come to Chen Mo's front."

    "Can you withstand it?"

    Chen Mo's face showed a hint of concern.

    "Hahaha, compared to the Sword God from a thousand years ago, this old guy's bones are indeed not as strong as him. However, it's not difficult to block his sword strike..."

    Fu Bao chuckled and advanced two steps forward. His gaunt hands emerged from his white robe, followed by their descent onto the somewhat torn chest, as he pulled his shirt with great force, revealing his gaunt bronze-colored torso with clearly visible ribcages.

    Although Fu Bao is a second-grade cultivator, he does not have a robust physique; instead, he appears extremely thin, like a bamboo pole. Unless his reputation precedes him, one might only think of him as a frail old man.

    "The 'Rock Mountain Fist' is a profound technique of the Rock Mountain Sect. Although it can be learned by disciples of all levels, as the saying goes, 'the path to enlightenment is simple: just practice the basic fist techniques until they become one with your thoughts.' Even the most ordinary fist techniques can produce unimaginable effects... I have practiced the Rock Mountain Fist for my entire life, and I have finally simplified it into seven fist techniques..."

    As he spoke, Fu Bao slowly swung his fists, and spiritual energy gushed from his Dan Tian. It filled his meridians bit by bit. In the next moment, his gaunt body began to swell up. Where he had just appeared as a stick figure, now he had become muscular and robust.

    Fu Bao struck a punch into the void, and with each punch, a gust of wind came forth, accompanied by the resounding sound of thunder echoing through the air.

    In the second punch, the power increased tenfold. The terrifying gale sent up by the punch sent flying all the branches and leaves of trees around.

    In the third punch, it sounded like a thunderclap. A faint silhouette was barely visible. The air around was stirred, and even trees with a girth of over a foot were lifted by the ferocious gale.

    Then came the fourth, fifth, and sixth punches. The terrifying punch winds echoed through the mountains and forests, with smoke and dust swirling and blinding the eyes of all.

    Chen Mo and Little Bean were also forced back by the terrifying force, retreating dozens of zhang from the front.

    Xiao Tianyi maintained his composure, with the sword qi swirling around him protecting his body. Regardless of how the mountains and forests changed, he stood immovable as a mountain.

    "Indeed, you have some skill, but that's all there is to it."

    Xiao Tianyi lightly evaluated, "Your skills are indeed impressive, but that's all there is to it." With a wave of his fingers, he unleashed a myriad of sword qi that shot out like meteorites and struck towards Fu Bao.

    The terrifying gale suddenly emerged, and Fu Bao finally unleashed the seventh punch. The gale echoed through the heavens and earth, causing the entire mountain forest to collapse. Spiritual energy exploded, and a massive punch mark instantly shattered countless sword blades before racing towards Xiao Tianyi's front.

    "Interesting..."

    Xiao Tianyi glanced indifferently but saw the sword qi congeal into a mass, forming a giant sword spanning over a hundred li, striking down towards Fu Bao like a meteor.

    As the punch mark collided with the giant sword, the earth trembled.

    "It's still a bit lacking."

    Fu Bao exhaled heavily and suddenly felt a heavy pressure in his chest, spewing out a mist of blood. The punch mark had been shattered by the giant sword, and the blade sliced through the air before plunging towards him.

    At this moment, death is so close to him, yet he does not feel a single fear. This old man should have lived a simple life, never expecting to see one hundred years old. Thanks to Chen Mo's chance, he was given a second chance and experienced an even more brilliant life.

    If he can die for Master, this old man's life has been worth it.

    Fu Bao silently sighed in his heart, already ready to face death with a fearless heart, just about to close his eyes and await his fate when a black insect suddenly flew in front of him. Its tiny body somehow managed to block the terrifying sword qi in an instant.

    "This..."

    Fu Bao was astonished at the bug in front of him.

    "Fu Bao, before we came, Brother said, 'Not a single one should be left behind.'"

    Little Bean laughed and came to Fu Bao's side, "Thank goodness you weakened him most of his power. Otherwise, I couldn't have stopped it. You old man, please go down and let me take care of it from now on."

    As he spoke, Chen Mo had already stood behind Fu Bao and placed his hand on Fu Bao's shoulder.

    "Just let you block it, not let you die for nothing. It's not easy to meet, I don't want to be separated by death."

    Chen Mo smiled slightly.

    The sword qi was repelled.

    At the same time, Little Bean opened the small packet at his waist, releasing a cloud of black mist. A pair of crimson eyes glared menacingly as it surged forward towards Xiao Tianyi, taking advantage of the moment when the sword qi dissipated.

    "It's the same move again... Puh!"

    Xiao Tianyi had just wanted to mock a bit, but before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly widened his eyes in surprise and exclaimed in astonishment. The curse... it's not working anymore...