Now that Henry Grant is attending the final day of the grand competition, all the rumors have collapsed on their own.

High above, on the throne above the clouds, Henry Grant rested his hands on the armrests, eyes closed in meditation.

“Greetings, Leader Grant!”

Suddenly, from the guest area opposite him, an elderly man in ornate robes spoke up.

Although separated by the entire venue, for masters of cultivation, it was no different from speaking face to face.

“Greetings, Sect Master Harris!” Henry Grant opened his eyes and saw the robed elder—it was none other than the leader of the Feixian Sect, one of the ten great righteous masters, Jason Harris.

“Sect Master Harris, your esteemed presence honors us. I apologize for not welcoming you earlier; I was in seclusion and failed to receive you properly. My apologies!” Henry Grant spoke calmly, a slightly embarrassed yet polite smile on his face.

Even though he knew the other party came with ill intent, he still had to keep up appearances.

After all, as a major figure in the righteous path, he had to maintain his composure.

“No matter, I, Harris, heard that the Leader had some issues before and was quite concerned. But now, it seems those were nothing but baseless rumors!” Jason Harris put on a look of regret.

Concerned? That look of regret on your face is practically overflowing!

Henry Grant was speechless, not bothering to say more to this sly old fox.

Suddenly, Henry Grant sensed a powerful sword intent locking onto him. He looked over and saw, next to Jason Harris, a middle-aged man with an ordinary face, dressed in short fighting attire, staring at him intently.

This man was like an unsheathed sword, its edge pointing straight to the sky, his sword intent sharp as a December gale, making one feel as if plunged into an ice cave, hair standing on end.

The sword fanatic Ethan Stone, one of the ten greatest swordsmen in the world.

From his memories, Henry Grant knew this man’s background. The so-called ten greatest swords in the world did not refer to ten divine weapons, but rather to the ten top swordsmen of the age, each a grandmaster of swordsmanship.

“Leader Grant!” Jason Harris spoke again. “I’ve heard that Leader Grant was once renowned in the way of the sword, counted among the ten greatest swordsmen. My junior brother Ethan Stone is also a sword fanatic. He recently acquired a new technique and would like to ask for your appraisal!”

“What does the Leader think?”

A sharp light flashed in Henry Grant’s eyes—so they really did come with ill intent.

In his previous life, before breaking through to the Dao Realm, Henry Grant had already cultivated the thirty-six pre-Dao realms to perfection, and specialized in swordsmanship. Even then, he was already among the ten greatest swordsmen.

Chapter 5: High Realm, Such Arrogance

Henry Grant understood now. Today, Jason Harris was ostensibly here to visit and observe the Taichu Sect’s disciple competition, but in reality, he was here to stir up trouble.

Rumors were rampant outside, and even many within the Taichu Sect believed them, since the rumors came from the Demon Domain’s Lord—one of the few Dao Realm powerhouses in the world.

No one believed a Dao Realm master would joke about such things for no reason, especially when it involved another Dao Realm master.

If things weren’t as they seemed, would they really throw away their basic dignity?

Even seeing him appear and dispel the rumor that Henry Grant had taken a seven-day death pill, people still doubted Henry Grant’s current condition.

After all, the Demon Lord himself claimed that Henry Grant was besieged by him and the ten great demon kings. Although Henry Grant fought his way out, many still doubted he could be completely unscathed.

After all, even among Dao Realm masters, one was newly ascended, while the other had existed for at least a thousand years.

In many people’s eyes, who was stronger was obvious.

The demon race has long lifespans, and the Demon Lord is a Dao Realm expert with an even longer life. For reference, the Great Xia Dynasty has only existed for a thousand years, while the Demon Lord was already a powerhouse in the previous dynasty—he’s the oldest Dao Realm in the world, with unfathomable cultivation.

In short, Jason Harris this sly old fox is here to cause trouble!

“What ten greatest swordsmen? That was just the folly of youth—let’s not mention it again!” Henry Grant waved his hand dismissively.

Henry Grant’s words immediately left Jason Harris at a loss for words. He had just dismissed the ten greatest swordsmen, revered and famous throughout the world, as worthless. But Henry Grant had the right to say so—after all, what did the ten greatest swordsmen matter? Without reaching the Dao Realm, the gap was obvious.

“I’m so clever, I should give myself a like!” Henry Grant praised himself inwardly for this display.

What’s this called? This is called a dimensionality reduction strike, get it?

“Besides, haven’t you heard the saying? ‘Below the Dao Realm, all are ants.’ I have no interest in bullying the weak!” Henry Grant glanced at Jason Harris and said coolly. “I disdain to bully those beneath me!”

Even though Ethan Stone was actually older than Henry Grant, it didn’t stop Henry Grant from belittling him as a junior. When your realm is high, you can be this arrogant.

“Leader Grant, my junior brother is obsessed with the sword. If he can’t receive your guidance today, I’m afraid he won’t let it go easily. Why not exchange a few moves?” Jason Harris said with a smile. The more reluctant Henry Grant was to act, the more suspicious he became.

He suspected Henry Grant was just putting on a show.

“Please, Leader Grant, grant me your guidance!” Ethan Stone also cupped his hands and said, pressing aggressively, his sword intent almost bearing down on Henry Grant.