Southriver Sword Sect’s Five Swords and the Supreme Broken Red‑Dust Sword

The elevator doors slid open.

Standing outside was Brian Guang, looking exhausted and disheveled.

Last night, Brian had been injured by flying shards of glass and had to rush to the hospital, howling in pain the whole way.

His friends Victor Xu and Lily Zhou, standing beside him, shot unfriendly looks at Lewis Lu and Evan Lin.

"How was your night in the presidential suite?" Victor Xu asked through gritted teeth.

"Pretty great," Evan replied coolly, glancing at him.

"Save your breath. I guarantee today's Moore Family Arena Tournament will be even more exciting for you!"

Brian’s brows furrowed, his gaze toward Evan icy cold.

If it hadn’t been for this guy showing up, Brian could’ve had May Xia in his bed last night.

May stood beside him, putting on a concerned face. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Just a scratch. For a man, this is nothing," Brian said with a faint smile, trying to act tough.

Lewis, standing next to Evan, looked worried. He wanted to warn Evan that Brian might call in reinforcements, but Evan ignored him completely.

In the end, Lewis could only sigh and keep quiet.

The group left the hotel, grabbed a quick breakfast outside, and then Evan joined Brian and the others as they headed toward the Moore family estate.

"The Moore Family Arena Tournament lasts ten days in total. Today’s the eighth day. The top fighters from the first seven days get to compete in today’s round."

"On the eighth day, out of seven fighters, six are chosen to go head-to-head in three matches. The three winners advance, and the one left over can be challenged by anyone. If no one challenges him, he’s the fourth winner; if someone does and beats him, then the challenger takes the spot."

"These four winners will compete again on the ninth day!"

"Right now, the standouts include that steel-tank guy we saw yesterday—Warren Wang—and the Southriver Sword Sect prodigy Zhao Fu. Besides them, there’s Bi Ling, Yue Jianhan, Su Chun, and the peerless genius of the Southriver Sword Sect, Drake Yu. At just twenty-three, he’s already a top expert and the only one to have fought all seven days, defeating his opponents with just three sword strikes before stepping down. If he hadn’t voluntarily left after each win, there wouldn’t even be a need for a ninth day."

All the way there, Brian was supposedly explaining the tournament rules to Evan and Lewis, but it was obvious he was just showing off his knowledge.

Especially when he spoke, May gazed at him with worshipful eyes, which made Brian feel smug, while Lewis just hung his head in frustration.

"Out of the seven, five are from the Southriver Sword Sect?" Evan asked calmly.

"Of course! The Southriver Sword Sect is a true powerhouse, packed with young geniuses. Even those so-called inner-strength experts—guys who impress normal people—are nothing in their eyes."

"Not only that, getting recognized by a Southriver Sword is insanely hard for most people. But these five, the swords they’ve been acknowledged by aren’t just the basic Southriver Sword. As far as I know, the Southriver Sword Sect has a Five Swords hierarchy: Southriver Sword, Misty Rain Sword, Insight Sword, Epiphany Sword, and at the very top—the Broken Red-Dust Sword!"

"For regular people, being recognized by a Southriver Sword means you qualify to enter the sect. But those five? The lowest among them has a Misty Rain Sword!"

"Different swords mean different talent! Put simply, at the same cultivation level, someone with a Misty Rain Sword can easily beat three Southriver Sword holders."

Brian was practically spitting with excitement, his voice growing louder and louder, like he’d actually won one of those swords himself.

"Broken Red-Dust Sword?"

Evan glanced at him.

"The Broken Red-Dust Sword is..."

Right at that point, Brian’s tone changed. He frowned, gave Evan a disdainful look, and waved his hand. "Forget it, you wouldn’t get it anyway. Just watch the fun and know your place!"

"Wow, you really know so much! Sounds like the Southriver Sword Sect is crazy strong!" May exclaimed in awe.

At that moment, Lily Zhou casually asked, "Wait, Brian, you only mentioned six—five from the Southriver Sword Sect. Who’s the seventh?"

"Yeah, Brian, besides Warren Wang and the five from Southriver Sword Sect, who’s the seventh winner?"

Victor Xu chimed in, pretending to be curious.

"Ahem, the seventh is my cousin, Zack Guang!"

As he spoke, Brian lifted his chin, full of pride.

Even though Victor and Lily already knew, they still acted shocked and impressed, putting on a show for Lewis.

Listening to all this talk about the Southriver Sword Sect, Lewis felt totally lost. But those blatant looks of contempt still stung, leaving him confused and hurt.

"They’re just a bunch of reputation-chasers. If I get the chance, I’d like to spar with this Drake Yu you keep talking about," Evan said flatly.

Sparring, in Evan’s mind, just meant one-sided domination.

Seven days in a row, three sword strikes per opponent, and they think that’s impressive?

Evan had taken down a Vajra expert with a single finger. Even the top cultivators from Medicine King Valley couldn’t last more than a few moves against him.

"You? Spar with Drake Yu? Oh please, quit bragging," Victor scoffed, snorting coldly.

Brian raised an eyebrow, half-smiling, half-sneering. "Spar? You’d be chopped up before you even got close. In his eyes, you’re just meat on the chopping block."

"Just some advice, kid—don’t get too cocky out here, or you’ll end up dead sooner or later."

Brian’s voice was cold, a sharp glint in his eyes.

He’d already called Zack last night, and Zack promised that if he had time, he’d help Brian settle the score.

Whether it ended in death or disability, Brian knew Zack would handle it however he wanted.

Brian was even considering having Zack cripple Lewis too, just to destroy his future in one blow.

As Brian was plotting, they finally arrived at the Moore family manor.