After watching for a while, Li Hao closed his eyes and thought about the sword of the silver-tier warrior.
This was more intuitive!
He had seen it with his own eyes!
As for the others, they were too far away and too powerful. They far exceeded what he could comprehend at his level. He had only comprehended a superficial understanding.
Only that sword ... Li Hao was deeply touched!
The sword of anatta!
To live towards death!
He ignored all the words and noise around him. These people were not martial masters, so they didn't understand. Even if it was just a sword strike from the silver-level expert, it was enough to make people enjoy it for the rest of their lives.
Wasn't it stronger than any origin divine weapon?
The captain didn't use a weapon, or rather, he didn't use a sword, so he probably didn't have much insight. Li Hao happened to be half a swordsman, so he kept thinking about this.
In his body, his inner strength had transformed into a sword.
