Hao Ren was fighting with Tian Teicong, and they had stir up a huge dust cloud with their first exchange itself. At this moment, their exchanges could not be seen by the spectators. While some found it disappointing, some people were drawn in by the anticipation of the result.

Many people in the crowd wanted Tian Teicong to win the battle as he had been helping them with their business and growing in power. However, opposite to these people were the huge populace of the city that felt that if Hao Ren could defeat Tian Teicong, their lives would get better.

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Tian Teicong didn't expect that Hao Ren would be able to keep up with his skills and after a hundred exchanges, he finally lost his patience and yelled, "Crimson Chop!"

Hao Ren raised his sword and parried the attack before he said, "Since you have decided to fight all out, I will not hold back either."

He didn't care how Tian Teicong was shocked on how easily his attack was deflected. The former took a deep breath before he let go of the restraints and his spiritual aura repelled the dust around them in a blink.

The people finally saw what was going on, and someone exclaimed, "Grandmaster Ling is already in the world overlord realm?"

This exclamation shocked everyone, they couldn't believe that this young man was not only skilled in artifact refining but he was also this strong. Hao Ren said, "Titan Sword Art!"

The next moment, he slashed his sword horizontally. The spiritual energy gathered at the edge of his sword and shot through the void. Tian Teicong opened his eyes wide and stepped back as he saw the slash was tearing the void itself. He looked at Hao Ren in horror and yelled, "You are a sword master!"

The people were stunned as well, they didn't expect this kind of surprise and dominance from Hao Ren. However, the young man kept walking forward as he began to dance around with his sword. Every slash was created a tear in the void as it moved towards Tian Teicong, who kept on waving his halberd to deflect the attacks coming toward him.

Hao Ren launched twenty attacks before he said, "Your weapon is good, but can it handle this?"

Hao Ren then let out his sword intent and another gust of wind while they closed their eyes. Jiro was standing next to her brother, and her hand was tightly gripping the sword hilt, as she heard Hao Ren's voice in her mind, "You want to learn from me, right? Watch carefully, and try to perceive it."

The she saw Hao Ren holding his sword towards and he said, "Four Seasons Sword Art."

He issued four slashes and the sharpness of the weapon created four different effects in the void. From one of the slashes erupted the aura of heat, and from the other emitted bone chilling cold, while two others represented rain and wind.

Hao Ren was not showing her a big move to overwhelm her but to force her brain to step out of the well that had been created by acting arrogant all these years. Amira mumbled, "He is not a sword master, but a grandmaster."

Her words were low but their were cultivators all around them, they all shivered when they heard this and began to look at Hao Ren as if he was some sort of a monster.

In the battle field, Hao Ren didn't care about the people and only focused on subduing Tian Teicong, who was using his best to project the spiritual aura through the halberd to deflect the attacks. Hao Ren spat on the ground as he said, "Did you think you would win over me because you have a weapon similar to me? You loser, who even made you a grandmaster of refining artifact? Don't you know that you must have the skills to utilize the best a weapon can offer?"

His words reverberated through the void, and the people heard this. Everyone in the crowd who held a weapon that was far exceeding their capabilities felt like Hao Ren slapped their faces. However, what could they do? Only lower their heads.

Hao Ren kept attacking as if he had unlimited spiritual energy reserves in his dantian. He also messed with Tian Teicong's fragile ego and messed up his thoughts as if they meant nothing.

Tian Teicong yelled, "Just because you are a Sword Grandmaster, you are speaking so much? You wait, I will defeat you certainly."

Hao Ren didn't want to reveal that he was a saint to the people, but then, listening to this shit, he thought it was time to let loose. He needed to win the fame, what could be better that flexing his strength?"

Hao Ren stopped attacking Tian Teicong and looked at him calmly. The latter was breathing hard, keeping up with the attack flow had been draining him constantly and now even lifting his arms felt like an heavy task. Hao Ren said, "You think I am not strong enough, right?"

After saying that, he levitated in the void and people saw a halo of golden energy condensed behind Hao Ren. The people were shocked, at first they couldn't understand what it was and some of them even closed their eyes, but then someone from the crowd exclamied, "My Sword!"

His sword shot off from his grip and appeared in the void before Hao Ren and began to revolve around him. Many other people exclaimed as many swords flew out of the grips of their owners. This was not all, some people even sensed their swords shivering inside the space rings.

However, that was not the end of it, the people saw swords streaming over from all over the city and they formed a vortex around Hao Ren. An old Sword Grandmaster suddenly knelt on the ground as he yelled, "Greetings to the sword saint!"

The people were stunned and one of the young men beside him asked in shock, "Grandpa, what are you doing? How can a sword grandmaster like you kneel to this young man?"

The old man glared at his grandson, and slapped him before dragging him to kneel down as he said, "Have you never read? This is the sword worshiping the saint phenomenon. Only when someone has stepped up to the pinnacle of a path can they condense that golden halo behind their back and that is the sign of a saint.

Refining Saint Tang Sen also had a similar halo behind his back. It is often described as an arching piece of clothing but the color is golden. Even the fallen saint of sword, Jian Xuan had this halo behind his back. I saw him when I was a kid. It has been centuries since he fell, I didn't expect to see another saint rise in my lifetime. Perhaps there is still some hope for the rest of the humanity."

The people were shocked, and when they looked at Hao Ren, they had an incredible urge in their hearts to kneel down in greeting. His aura was extremely sacred. They didn't expect it and some with weak resolve knelt down on the ground and the rest bowed as they spoke up in sync, "Greetings to the sword saint."

Hao Ren looked at the swords revolving around him and said, "Go back to your masters and shops. I will not use you."

The swords trembled and they emitted a sharp whistle before shooting off in the distance or returning to their sheaths but the weapons were still trembling slightly and even the sword masters dared not put their hands on the hilts at the moment. The sword intent emitted by Hao Ren was still lingering on the weapon, it would tear them apart if they dared to approach it uncaringly.

Hao Ren looked at Tian Teicong and asked, "Do you realize the difference between the two of us, now?"

Tian Teicong gritted his teeth, he was doing his best to resist this invisible pressure that originated from the bottom of his heart. He yelled, "Who are you? What is your real identity?"

Hao Ren smiled and replied, "I am Hao Ren. That is what you wanted me to say, right? Is it because you want to invite your master over to attack me and avenge you?"

Tian Teicong was stunned that Hao Ren confessed his identity and then he saw Hao Ren wave his hand and condense a flame phoenix that revolved around Tian Teicong, causing the heat to increase a bit, before the latter said, "Go on, call upon him. I wish to see the man who stepped in the heavenly soldier realm so long ago. I am looking forward to Senior Hamil's progress and also learn from him."

His attitude may sound humble, but his eyes that were locked in with Tian Teicong, the disdain was apparent. The latter asked, "Are you really sure you want me to do that? Won't you run away?"

Hao Ren shook his head and replied, "No. I will stand here, call him. But before that, accept that you lost."