"Is this... the Origin of Sword Dao?"
Everyone watched as a golden origin appeared in Ye Feng's palm, all of them able to sense an incredibly pure Sword Intent from it, feeling a strong rending sensation in their souls, as if they were about to be split open by this Sword Intent.
"To think that you recognized it."
Ye Feng murmured.
He casually crushed the Sword Dao Origin, absorbing it into his body, and quickly found a sharp Sword Intent added to himself.
At first glance, he looked like an unsheathed peerless treasured sword, capable of easily cleaving the heavens.
But soon, that Sword Intent receded like the tide.
Ye Feng returned to his approachable appearance, seemingly without any cultivation level, just like an ordinary person.
"As expected of the Sect Leader, the technique to hide your aura is unparalleled, even we cannot detect any trace of it."
The Ancestor of Green-garbed Sword exclaimed in admiration.
At that moment, Ye Feng looked up at Han Yonghui.
