Seeing that peerless figure, with a single sword splitting the heavens and earth, Wang Ruoxie's heart was incredibly shaken.
Although he had now comprehended the Sword Soul and reached the level of a Swordsmanship Grandmaster, before this peerless figure, he was still insignificant.
This was the true powerhouse, the true peerless Sword Cultivator; he still had a long way to go. At least in Martial Art and Sword Dao, he was still not worth mentioning.
Not to mention, he had not yet even reached the peak of the Celestial Human Realm, and above the Celestial Human Realm, there was the Divine Human Realm, and even higher, the Immortal Realm.
There were even rumors that above the Immortal Realm, there was the Saint Realm.
The vastness of Martial Art was boundless; his path was still long and arduous.
"Finally, I have waited for my inheritor."
At this moment, a solemn voice suddenly emanated from that peerless figure.
