Li Yan glanced down at his palm, realizing that some things, if not his own, are hard to wield with certainty, and their power difficult to gauge.
But facing Si Wenji, Li Yan indeed felt a mysterious confidence at heart—a pride and ambition that considered no one within three feet a match.
"Sword techniques of the Five Directions Elder level are not strong enough?"
Zhan Yuejin was informal, saying to Li Yan, "I am a Five Directions Elder too. Besides, there are too many restrictions."
"First comes the distance. A three feet radius for a commoner's sword attack might be passable, but facing the vastness of Daqian Yanfu, such attack range is barely noticeable."
"Then there's the target itself. This art is purely for killing people. It cannot slay ethereal spectres, nor affect massive war machines. It's powerless against natural disasters like nightmares, volcanoes, or tsunamis—none of which a sword meant for killing can withstand."
