One Sword Cuts the Story Short

In his previous life, he wielded a sword for three hundred years, only to die by the blade of a fellow disciple.

When he woke again, he had become a worthless outer sect disciple, cast out of the mountain gate, with only half a broken sword in his hands.

Nine sword intents were sealed inside the broken blade. Unlock one, and he could strike once beyond his level. When the sword fell, any person in its way would be cut down, and any mountain would be cleaved in two. After the strike, the broken sword would sleep for three days, leaving him back in an ordinary mortal's body.

His enemies still held high positions. His former allies each harbored their own schemes, and the sect had long since changed hands.

Shen Zhuo was in no hurry.

In this life, he didn't need a thousand moves and myriad techniques.

Nine strikes would be enough to cut down everything that needed cutting.