IOAFD - 1143. The Sword Art of Dragons (I)

The sword master of the Limitless Sword Hall was undeniably impressive. The old man was tall and energetic, brimming with power and sword intent. His gray hair was tied back in an elegant top knot and adorned with a noble crown.

He stood as straight as an arrow atop the mountain. His wispy beard fluttered in the wind. His eyebrows were as sharp as blades while his eyes, which shone like stars, gazed upon the people flying up to greet him. He was the epitome of a cultivation master.

“Sword master!”

“Sword master!”

The two sword venerables bowed as they landed.

At the same time, they forced the prisoner between them to kneel before their master.

Chen Wentian didn’t mind the rough treatment. He didn’t say anything, simply looking around curiously as if he was on a sightseeing tour. From the top of this mountain, the entire Limitless Sword Hall was visible, stretching far in all directions.

“Hoho… an interesting little fellow,” The sword master said, his voice light yet magnetic at the same time.

It was a voice that made everyone listen, no matter who it was.

“Immortal Blue Dragon Chen Wentian, welcome to my Limitless Sword Hall. You may have heard of me. I am Immortal Limitless Sword Luo Ming!”

As he said his name, a vast power surged from his body like a tidal wave, sweeping over Chen Wentian and pouring down the mountain. The trees below swayed and the ground shook.

Chen Wentian raised an eyebrow. This old man was very strong. He had probably reached the seventh stage of spiritual strengthening in the Spirit King Realm. It was a reasonable guess since people thought he was about to break through to the Spirit Emperor Realm. This was within Chen Wentian’s expectations but it was still disconcerting to experience it firsthand.

“You are not nervous?” Luo Ming asked.

“Is there any use in being nervous?” Chen Wentian retorted.

Luo Ming chuckled, “I suppose not.”

He glanced at the two sword venerables, “How did it go?”

“Sword master, here is the dragon claw!” Luo Xin said, presenting the ancient dragon claw inside a treasure box, as if it were the most precious thing in the world.

“Sword master, here is Chen Wentian’s spatial bag with his belongings!” Luo Qing said, holding up a finger ring.

“Good, good. You all did a good job.”

“Thank you, sword master!”

“Thank you, sword master!”

Luo Ming studied the two items and chose the spatial bag first. He scanned the contents with his spiritual energy and was a little surprised. There weren’t many items inside, only some ordinary food, spiritual crystals, talismans, and a gleaming white sword.

He pulled out the sword and twirled it around, “How nostalgic. This should be the White Star Sword from the Starry Wei Clan. Their ability to craft swords is truly unmatched.”

His words had many implications. The most important thing was that the Limitless Sword Hall was acquainted with the Starry Wei Clan of the Martial Brilliance Continent. Also, it was also a hint to Chen Wentian that he had no hope of escape.

After the sword, Luo Ming no longer bothered with the spatial bag. He even returned it to Chen Wentian with a smile.

“Now, onto the dragon claw…”

The old man examined the ancient dragon claw for a long time. The claw was curved like a crescent moon and the size of a small saber. It was split perfectly down the middle, so that the half claw still appeared in one piece when looking at it from the side.

This was exactly what Luo Ming had been waiting for, the one thing that had occupied his dreams every night and thoughts every waking moment.

“Finally… it is in my hands!” His voice trembled.

His excitement was palpable.

“Finally… after twenty years of waiting…”

Chen Wentian waited a while for Luo Ming to calm down and asked, “You smoothly obtained the treasure you wanted. Nobody fought you for it. Everything went according to your plan. But what I don’t understand is why you kidnapped me. I am not very good with a sword. I cultivate flame arts, which isn’t useful to you.”

“Ah, you may think that, but I want to ask you one question,” Luo Ming said.

Chen Wentian nodded.

Luo Ming then asked, “Immortal Blue Dragon Chen Wentian, your blue flames contain traces of the power of the divine blue dragon. Don’t deny it. Your secret was already revealed when you traded blows with Ou Jingxiao. My question is this, where did you obtain your flames?”

Chen Wentian looked around and asked, “Can I at least get up? I feel like I am a little kid being punished, kneeling like this.”

Without waiting for a reply, his flames burst out at the peak of the Spirit Lord Realm and he stood up, patting his knees, “That’s better. You were asking about my flames, right?”

“You!”

“You dare!”

The two sword venerables tried to suppress him again but found that they couldn’t quite stand his flames. They were forced to back away several steps to avoid being burned.

“As for where my flames came from, it was naturally the divine beast graveyard.”

Luo Ming studied Chen Wentian with interest, “Old Ou didn’t lie to me. Your flames are abnormally strong. I can sense the divine aura contained within. Very good, very good!”

Luo Ming waved to the two sword venerables, signaling that they could leave. After the two of them disappeared, Luo Ming’s expression became amicable.

“Chen Wentian, regardless of what you think of me, I am not an unreasonable person. If you help me, I can also help you.”

“I still don’t understand how I can help you,” Chen Wentian said.

“Here, hold this. I’ll show you.”

Luo Ming dropped the dragon claw in Chen Wentian’s hand, not caring that he might steal it. Luo Ming then drew out a special long sword that emitted a familiar aura. Chen Wentian immediately guessed that it contained the power of divine dragons.

“Watch carefully, this is the sword art of dragons I comprehended from half a dragon claw, which I obtained twenty years ago. It is known as the Sword of Yashi Jilun!”

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