The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

This time around, after talking with Li Dao, Jian Xiong felt much more relaxed. Her steps seemed to float as she walked.

Li Dao accepted Jian Xiong's feelings. How could there be so many restrictions in this world? If you like it, then accept it. The higher the level of the world, the fewer restrictions there were.

Soon, seven days had passed. The Sword Crafting City's Sword Saint's secluded cultivation palace exuded a strong pressure. Li Dao stroked his chin. It seemed that the Sword Saint had broken through. However, this Sword Saint was too shameless. Was there really a need to cause such a commotion for fear that others would not know that he had broken through to the Grandmaster Realm?

He stood up, and a piece of iron stone in front of him was blown away, while the sword Qi moved in his veins, seeming like it could break the shackles on his body at any time.

The sword aura cultivated through the passage of time was too sharp, and Li Dao even refined metal essence to nurture it. If not for his Golden Buddha Indestructible Physique as a foundation, he would have been crippled even as a supreme grandmaster.

After a short period of time, the Sword Saint returned with the Cold Moon Sword to find Li Dao. Having broken through to the Grandmaster Realm, the Sword Saint was barely able to wield the Cold Moon Sword. The wrinkles on the Sword Saint's face bunched up and he was laughing out loud. It seemed that he was in quite a good mood.

Seeing the eagerness in the Sword Saint's eyes, Li Dao could not help but shake his head and laugh. Not to mention the fact that Sword Saint had just broken through to the Grandmaster Realm, even if he had, he would still not be a match for him.

Li Dao was considered one of the strongest masters in the world. There were no cultivators in the world who could comprehend the Yin and Yang Laws of Life and Death. It was all thanks to the old man at the border. In addition to the power of the sword, even if Li Dao attacked at full power, the Immortal Soul Stage cultivators would probably have to retreat three times.

"You want to compete with me?"

The Sword Saint had already started to swell up. Li Dao was considering whether he should splash a bucket of cold water on him.

The Sword Saint felt somewhat embarrassed. Someone had seen through his intentions, how could he not feel embarrassed?

"I've already mastered the ninth stage of the 'Soaring Dragon Slash'. I wanted to find someone to try it on, but all I can think of is you." The Sword Saint laughed dryly. Although he still could not see through Li Dao's cultivation, he did not think that Li Dao was a supreme Grandmaster.

Li Dao nodded his head and chuckled. "Come, I also want to see how strong you are after mastering the ninth stage of the Dragon Subduing Slash."

"Alright, you must be careful!"

As he spoke, he placed the Cold Moon Sword to the side, sending people to retrieve the Intense Blood Sword.

"Why don't you use the Cold Moon Sword?" Li Dao was slightly puzzled. At this moment, the Sword Saint should be able to control the Cold Moon Sword.

"The power of the Cold Moon Sword is too great. Furthermore, my sword family's Dragon Riding Slash … if I were to injure you, wouldn't Xiong'er come and fight me to the death?" The Sword Saint was brimming with confidence as his face revealed a trace of complacency.

Li Dao's face turned red because he couldn't laugh to avoid the Sword Saint thinking too much into it. Forget about the Cold Moon Sword, even if he was given Ling Shuang Sword, he would still not be a match for her.

"You should use the Cold Moon Sword to test its power. Also, I am much stronger than you imagined." Li Dao took a deep breath, suppressed his laughter and said to the Sword Saint seriously.

"Alright, let's stop there," said the Sword Saint after pondering for a while. He was still afraid that using the Cold Moon Sword would injure Li Dao.

Li Blade stood there looking relaxed. Facing the Sword Saint, he looked like an ordinary person who did not know any martial arts.

The Sword Saint had already unsheathed the Cold Moon Sword. He looked at Li Dao with a puzzled expression, "Why didn't you unsheathe your sword? Are you regretting it now?"

Li Dao shook his head, "This sword is not easy to unsheathe. Once it is unsheathed, blood will be shed!"

What Li Dao said was the truth. If he were to draw his sword, the Sword Saint's Cold Moon Sword would definitely be cut in half. The disparity between the two parties was too great. Moreover, whether the Sword Saint could break through his defense was a problem.

"What do you mean, look down on me?" The Sword Saint was infuriated and his tone turned stiff.

"It's not that I'm looking down on you, but I'm really much stronger than you imagined." Li Dao felt helpless. Why did he not believe in himself?

"Arrogant, let me see just how powerful you are." The Sword Saint spoke as he raised the Cold Moon Sword. A scarlet sword Qi shot out, mixed with a trace of the white color of the moon. It was extremely cold.

Li Dao carelessly lifted his finger and pointed it out. The sharp sword qi easily dissipated the Sword Saint's attack.

The Sword Saint's eyes narrowed as a cautious expression appeared on his face. He could tell many things from Li Blade's light finger attack. So it turned out that he wasn't arrogant, but was truly powerful.

In a flash, the Sword Saint rushed forward and slashed out with his sword. With his great strength, a wave of ice-cold Qi seemed to be able to freeze a person's soul. The surrounding plants were covered with a thin layer of frost.

Li Dao indiscernibly nodded his head and extended his hand to meet the attack. A pair of pale golden fingers clamped onto the Cold Moon Sword.

Sword Saint could not withdraw his sword no matter how hard he tried. His face was filled with a bitter smile.