Legend of Swordsman

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There was no aura surrounding him, causing him to look quite ordinary.
But with a closer look, every move he made caused a ripple in the world around him.

As he appeared, many experts in the temple rushed over.

Dozens of them were experts who held high positions in the temple, and the rest also held positions of influence.

Among them were ten Gold-clothed Deacons and there were even two Inner Elders who were strong enough to be Reincarnators of Rank Eight.

These experts looked to the indigo-robed man with reverence and awe before greeting him together.

“Greetings, Your Highness.”

The indigo-robed man nodded with indifference and continued on into one of the towering palaces around them.

Inside the palace, he sat on the largest throne, with the Inner Elders and Gold-clothed Deacons standing below him, respectfully.
Occasionally, some of them would glance at him with admiration in their eyes.

They all knew the greatness of the man in front of them.

In the past one thousand years, he actions had created one myth after another, each of which thrilled everyone present.

Sitting on the throne, the indigo-robed man was thumbed through some papers.

The papers held records of the events of the Divine Monster Territory in recent years, the most detailed of which contained what befell the Ancient Demon Clan.

“Hmm?”

The indigo-robed man’s expression shifted as he read about how the Ancient Demon Clan worked with the Patriarch of Empyrean Glory to hunt down Jian Wushuang.

“Jian Wushuang?”

A strange expression appeared on his face before he demanded, “Bring me all the files on Jian Wushuang.”

“Yes.” One of the Inner Elders answered and was gone for just a moment before he returned with more papers.

Jiang Wushuang had stirred up the Samsara Continent, and his talent and strength were things to behold.
The Samsara Temple had investigated him thoroughly already and kept the subsequent files on hand.

As he read the files on Jian Wushuang, the corners of the indigo-robed man’s mouth turned up.

“It was him…

“The Ancient Demon Clan and the Patriarch of Empyrean Glory failed to hurt him even when they worked together.
Even better, he survived three attacks from the Patriarch.
Well, that’s impressive.

“This is perfect timing for my next action; it would be great if he could lend a hand.

“The Ancient Demon Clan! Humph!”

He sneered, but then turned serious.
He waved his hand, pulling out a gilded letter.

“Go and send this letter to all the populations in the Divine Monster Territory, all the lone warriors, and anyone who has the ability to fight as fast as possible.” He ordered in a loud voice.

Below him, one Inner Elder took this letter immediately.
As he opened the letter and read, his pupils dilated.

“The… the inauguration ceremony for New Supervisor?”

Everyone in the palace gasped at his words.
Shocked, they all looked to the indigo-robed man.

They knew what great power the Supervisor of the Samsara Temple held, and the extent of the abilities needed to claim the title.

The indigo-robed man in front of them would be the new Supervisor? So soon?