Instantly, many disciples in the sect understood the meaning behind Ethan Stone's words—Ethan Stone was actually treating their own invincible Master as a whetstone, sharpening a sword to challenge the Sword Saint of the East Sea.

Even if it was only in the realm of swordsmanship that their own Master was considered inferior to the Sword Saint of the East Sea, it was still something many found hard to accept.

"Heh, using me as a whetstone to hone your sword?"

Henry Grant's slender right index finger tapped the armrest of the throne, his gaze fixed on Ethan Stone with a cold sneer.

Chapter 7: Going All Out, Dominating the Field

Henry Grant sighed inwardly. He was not afraid of the overthinking of clever people, because clever people were always like this—fond of imagining things out of nothing, and liked to play mind games with thin air.

For such people, just leaking some ambiguous information could scare them off. But there were always some reckless types who just loved to charge in headfirst!

If he were at his peak, he naturally wouldn't fear such reckless people—he could defeat anyone who dared challenge him, and no one would dare provoke him again.

But now, he was seriously injured, strong in appearance but weak in reality, relying only on the lingering prestige of a dead tiger to intimidate others.

At this moment, he was nothing but a genuine paper tiger!

If he could avoid fighting, it would be best not to, but now that the other party had forced him to this point, Henry Grant had no other choice.

Since a fight was inevitable, he had to strike with lightning speed and decisiveness to defeat his opponent, so as to deter others from probing him further and buy himself time to recover.

Henry Grant slowly stood up and said, "This is the first time I've heard of someone daring to use a Dao Realm as a whetstone. You are the first!"

"The Sword Saint of the East Sea—do you think his sword is stronger than mine? Sooner or later, I will visit him to learn his Raging Wave Sword Technique. As for you, Ethan Stone, if you can force me to draw my sword today, then you win!"

Henry Grant said calmly.

The Sword Saint of the East Sea mentioned by Ethan Stone was also another supreme sword master of this era, someone who had truly broken through to the Dao Realm through swordsmanship.

In this world, aside from himself, the leader of the Taichu Sect, there was also the Demon Lord of the Demon Domain, the Wolf Emperor of the Northern Hu Tribe, and the Sword Saint of the East Sea—these three Dao Realms.

Before his predecessor's breakthrough, these three Dao Realms were the most respected on the surface. Even when his predecessor was among the Ten Famous Swords, he had once set the Sword Saint of the East Sea as his goal.

That was the ultimate peak all sword cultivators aspired to. Among the three Dao Realms, he was known as the number one in offense, which showed just how famous the Sword Saint of the East Sea was.

"Isn't Master being a bit overconfident? Although in terms of strength, the Sword Maniac is definitely no match for Master, but if it's just about forcing Master to make a move, with the Sword Maniac's skill, he can definitely do it!"

Some disciples of the Taichu Sect were quite worried.

"Since Master is doing this, he must be absolutely confident. I believe in Master's strength. Just as Master said, the status of being one of the Ten Famous Swords means nothing before the Dao Realm!"

Other disciples of the Taichu Sect were full of confidence in Henry Grant.

"Master Grant, please!" Ethan Stone raised his sword and said, "This is my Flying Immortal Sword, the fourteenth move—Immortal Soaring from Beyond the Heavens!"

With a long howl, Ethan Stone unleashed a terrifying sword intent that instantly filled the world.

The endless air was stirred up, forming a massive vortex centered on Ethan Stone, as a surge of sword intent burst forth from his body.

Everyone seemed to vaguely see an immortal swinging a sword—an illusion created by the formless sword intent.

Such was the terror of sword intent!

Only when a swordsman cultivated sword intent could he be called a sword master, and the Ten Famous Swords were the best among sword masters. There were only ten spots in total, and to obtain one, you had to challenge and replace an existing member.

"He actually managed to innovate upon the Thirteen Flying Immortal Swords!"

David Reed frowned slightly. He too felt that astonishing sword intent, and could barely suppress the blade intent within himself that wanted to resist it.

"He's no match for Duke!"

On the side, Little Grace said with absolute certainty.

"Why do you say that?"

Another elder asked.

"Because Duke had already reached this realm before breaking through to the Dao Realm. With just this move, he can't possibly defeat Duke!" Little Grace said with great confidence.

Everyone nodded in agreement. They all knew that Little Grace was the Master's closest confidant, even considered the number one confidant.

He knew many secrets about Master that others did not. If even he said so, it was most likely true.

Moreover, as Master's confidant, Little Grace's cultivation was also unfathomable. Although few had seen him fight, even the vice sect master said that Little Grace's cultivation was probably above David Reed's—immeasurable.

Naturally, everyone trusted his judgment.

"Still, for him to reach this realm is enough to make Duke look at him with new eyes. Among the Ten Famous Swords, there are few at this level. In the future, with this sword intent, he may well achieve the Dao Realm. But it's a pity—today, this Famous Sword will fall!" Little Grace said.

Meanwhile, high above in the sky, Henry Grant instantly felt a terrifying sword intent sweeping over him. In that moment, it seemed as if everything in the world disappeared, leaving only this one sword.