From the helicopter, Wu Tian and his group leaped down, landing right in the middle of the Forbidden City.
The people watching the live broadcast were stunned. Today was only July 30th, not August 15th. The moon wasn’t full, and it wasn’t the day of the promised sword duel.
What was Wu Tian doing here?
The Sword Demon’s brows furrowed deeply as he shouted, "It is not August 15th! What are you doing here?"
Wu Tian smiled. "Did I promise you that I had to come and kill you on August 15th?"
The Sword Demon froze, and the audience watching the live broadcast was just as stunned. That’s right—August 15th was what the Sword Demon himself had declared. Wu Tian had never agreed to it.
The Sword Demon was dumbfounded. Ever since descending the mountain, he had been invincible and grown arrogant. He had declared August 15th and simply assumed Wu Tian would comply, completely overlooking this crucial detail.
The little girl in Wu Tian’s arms giggled. "This is what you call all brawn and no brains. Everyone, please don’t follow his example."
At these words, Liu Tianji and the others behind Wu Tian began to laugh.
"Hahaha, our lord never said anything about August 15th, yet he just assumed it was? Tell me, isn’t this man an utter fool?"
"He’s an idiot, completely devoid of intelligence, and he wants to rule the River and Mountains? He can keep dreaming."
"I’m dying of laughter! Is he really called the Sword Demon? Shouldn’t it be the Despicable Man?"
"Perhaps the most suitable nickname for him isn’t Sword Demon, and his title shouldn’t be Dugu Qiubai. His nickname should be the Despicable Man, and his title should be the World’s Number One Scoundrel!"
"Hahaha..."
The men behind Wu Tian burst into frenzied laughter. In their eyes, how could the Sword Demon, a mere martial artist, dare to oppose cultivators like them? What an idiot. To be this foolish was on another level!
Of course, the Sword Demon had no idea they were cultivators. In his eyes, Wu Tian was just like him—merely a practitioner of martial arts.
He knew of Wu Tian’s deeds but had never bothered to learn about the process. He believed that if others could achieve something, so could he. To him, the process was unimportant; only the results mattered!
"Fine! Fine! Fine!" the Sword Demon roared in fury.
At that moment, a revered sword was drawn from its scabbard—the so-called Supreme Sovereign of Swords, Juque!
Wu Tian shook his head, seeing that this Sword Demon was much like the Sword Emperor he had faced before. They were two of a kind, and he immediately lost interest.
He set the little girl down and said, "You go."
"Okay!" the child agreed in a sweet, piping voice, then walked toward the Sword Demon.
"You..." The Sword Demon was burning with rage. Wu Tian wasn’t fighting himself but was sending a child to face him—what a monumental insult!
"Wu Tian, what is the meaning of this?" the Sword Demon demanded angrily.
Wu Tian gazed calmly at the Sword Demon, his clothes fluttering in the wind, his eyes filled with disdain. "The meaning? It’s simple. You aren’t worthy of my hand!"
What? Wu Tian’s words left the Sword Demon and his men astonished.
The people watching the live broadcast saw the Sword Demon’s face, contorted with a rage so intense he looked ready to spit blood. They erupted into cheers.
"Enrage the Sword Demon!"
"Enrage the Sword Demon!"
"Enrage the Sword Demon!"
Throughout Dragon Country, everyone was united in their hope for the Sword Demon’s defeat and death. Wu Tian’s actions brought them immense satisfaction!
They were puzzled, however. Why would Wu Tian send his own daughter to battle the Sword Demon? It has to be a bluff, right? They couldn’t believe that a child could defeat the Sword Demon.
Capture her! Only then can I make a comeback!
"From now on, after forty, I will not be constrained by objects; grass, wood, bamboo, and stone can all be my swords. With this Realm, I will break into the Underground World and establish my own Sect!"
"Are you done talking?" the little girl asked, thoroughly fed up. If you’re going to fight, just fight. What’s with all the chatter? You think you’re Dugu Qiubai just by copying him?
The little girl clenched her small fist, the powers of wind and cloud swirling around it as she smashed it forward.
On the live broadcast, everyone saw her fist collide with the Juque.
"Ah!"
An outcry rose from all across Dragon Country. They were all terribly worried for the little girl, as it looked for all the world like she was doomed.
The Juque was a famous sword from antiquity, said to have been forged by the legendary swordsmith Ou Yezi during the Spring and Autumn period. It was known for being blunt and heavy.
The ’Que’ in its name is a variant of a character meaning ’flawed’ or ’incomplete.’ But due to its extreme hardness, it earned the title "Supreme Overlord," and no other treasured sword dared to challenge its might.
Juque, along with Cheng Ying, Chun Jun, Fish Intestine, Tai’a, Zhan Lu, Longyuan, and Gongbu, is known as one of the "Eight Famous Swords of Desolation." It is also counted among the "Five Swords of Yue," along with Zhan Lu, Chun Jun, Shengxie, and Fish Intestine.
Between such a sword and a child’s fist, which was stronger? The answer seemed obvious.
But in the next moment, something shocking happened.
CLANG!
With a single punch from the little girl, the Juque snapped in two!
The people of Dragon Country were all dumbfounded. Could the Juque be a fake? they secretly wondered.
It wasn’t just them; the same thought crossed the Sword Demon’s mind.

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