Chapter 1327
Shadowless Sword Slash, as Ancient Sword Gorge’s signature divine art, was renowned across the entire God Realm.
And now a Demon God was going to break it in public—naturally, that drew a crowd.
That day, the area outside Ancient Sword Gorge’s Divine Alliance was packed.
Hundreds of divine clans craned their necks, eager to see how this Demon God would shatter the sword seal.
They weren’t the only curious ones; Ancient Sword Gorge’s own clans were intrigued.
As for the upper echelons, they didn’t show their faces, but they watched closely from within the alliance.
Truth be told, they were a little uneasy.
Shadowless Sword Slash was one of Ancient Sword Gorge’s calling cards.
And Bai Linze was about to smash their signboard.
If he actually succeeded, Ancient Sword Gorge would lose all face. Someone even proposed killing him outright to stop the farce.
That idea was shot down quickly.
Simple reason: too many divine clans had gathered outside.
To kill Bai Linze under so many eyes would be admitting they were afraid of a single Demon God.
“Let’s just see. Maybe he won’t succeed.”
For what it’s worth, not many Demon Gods from the Tongtian Pavilion had come.
Indeed—only a scattered dozen had shown up to observe.
It wasn’t for lack of numbers in the Pavilion; they just didn’t want to be present for a potential embarrassment.
If it turned into a joke, the Tongtian Pavilion would lose face too.
Luo Shu thought the same.
He didn’t come in person, but from within the Pavilion he watched everything through Water-Moon, Mirror-Flower scrying.
Could that madman Bai Linze really pull it off?
Maybe.
Across the long ages, there are always a few madmen who create miracles no one believes.
If Bai Linze truly broke the Shadowless Sword Slash,
Luo Shu swore he’d tear open space and bring him back immediately.
While every faction watched with bated breath,
Bai Linze, standing at Ancient Sword Gorge’s main gate, slowly closed his eyes—as if falling asleep.
Everyone guessed this was likely the final sign before cracking the seal.
They held their breath and stared, unwilling to miss a single thrilling instant.
One breath, two... soon, half an hour had passed.
Bai Linze still stood there. He really looked asleep.
“Damn it! Wasting everyone’s time—are you doing it or not? If not, we’re leaving!”
“Go on, go. I heard he’s just a lunatic!”
“What? I wasted this long just to watch a madman nap?”
While the murmurs swelled,
Bai Linze snapped his eyes open. From the center of his right palm, a divine sword shot skyward.
Shadowless Sword Slash—unsealed!
At once, everyone’s eyes lit up.
Finally starting?
Under the crowd’s gaze, Bai Linze didn’t dodge. His body became a streak of light, surging up to meet the falling sword head-on.
It was a charge with nothing held back, drawing slaps on the table and cheers.
The streak and the sword’s shadow crossed—
and the dust settled.
Bai Linze was cut down on the spot.
For an instant, time seemed to freeze. Everyone stood there, stunned.
Weren’t you going to break the seal?
At the very least, you could’ve held it off for a moment!
To be killed outright, without the slightest resistance—what was that?
A pure waste of everyone’s time?
“Damn it, we were insane to believe a lunatic. We waited this long for nothing.”
“The Tongtian Pavilion’s face is gone.”
The crowd left cursing. The first to go were the Tongtian Pavilion Demon Gods—they were mortified.
Luo Shu remembered clearly: he’d been so furious he crushed his favorite jade thumb ring.
That’s why Bai Linze left such a deep impression.
After Luo Shu finished, Ye Yu couldn’t help raising a brow.
“A madman’s lesson?”
“And yet it worked when I tried it.”
Besides, he wasn’t about to throw down his chopsticks and curse the chef.
So Ye Yu immediately smoothed things over for Bai Linze: “Where I’m from we say there’s only a thin line between genius and madman. The ‘madman’ in our eyes might be a genius—his thoughts are just too deep, so he looks eccentric.”
Luo Shu’s expression was odd, but he didn’t argue.
Facts were facts: Ye Yu’s success meant Bai Linze’s method was correct.
Why Bai Linze himself failed back then—no way to know.
But that doesn’t invalidate the method.
Liu Yuenong stepped up with a smile, slipped her hand around Ye Yu’s arm, and murmured, “As long as you live, whatever you call him, that’s what he is.”
That instinctive move made Heng Xuanzhen’s expression turn a little stiff.
In her fear for Ye Yu’s life, she’d forgotten this was the Tongtian Pavilion—and Liu Yuenong was Ye Yu’s proper dao partner.
She, as the last bloodline of Ancient Sword Gorge, should be at daggers drawn with this place.
And now that Ye Yu was out of danger, her presence here felt unnecessary.
Heng Xuanzhen’s eyes dimmed—and her figure faded away entirely.
Sensing the ripple of divine power, Ye Yu and Liu Yuenong turned at once.
“Heng Xuanzhen? When did she leave? Why not say goodbye?”
“I don’t know. Actually, she...” Liu Yuenong trailed off.
After two days together, she could tell Heng Xuanzhen liked Ye Yu too.
That worry and panic hadn’t been an act.
She had even wanted to praise her just now.
I’m insane.
We’re rivals—how could I praise her?
Ye Yu, puzzled, asked, “Actually she what?”
“N-nothing.”
Liu Yuenong shook her head and, without meaning to, glanced again toward where Heng Xuanzhen had stood.
A thought rose quietly in her heart:
Maybe... we could get along after all.
Ye Yu rubbed his fingertips and said, a little wistfully, “Shame she left. I wanted her to see my improved version of the Shadowless Sword Slash.”
At that, Liu Yuenong and Luo Shu both blanched, staring at Ye Yu in disbelief.