Chapter 959 — The Great Beauty of the Sword Dao

And some of the flying swords still leaped to an inconceivable rhythm, now appearing, now vanishing; some swords were swift, others comparatively slow; the various sword moves evolved without cease, and between the different moves yet more refined and exquisite moves took shape. Numerous as Shen Mu's flying swords were, every sword was a divine art in itself, and all the sword divine arts together formed a single whole — part of one magnificent, grand divine art. Luo Wushuang watched in fascination the forest of swords flying over his head; Shen Mu's sword arts revealed to him the beauty of the great sword dao, near to its utmost.

He had entered the dao through the saber; he was the Heavenly Court's foremost divine saber, and he had made Shen Mu the enemy he wished to defeat in his lifetime. Countless times he had recalled the sword with which Shen Mu severed his arm, and he had crossed blades again and again with Bai Qu'er, the Sword God of Shanghuang, trying to find Shen Mu's shadow in Bai Qu'er's sword arts.

The one who admired Shen Mu's sword arts most, apart from Heavenly Venerable Hao, was him.