Startled by the intensity of Zhao Ling's gaze and the unwavering determination in her words, Yan Xing felt a wave of surprise wash over him. He understood the significance of utilizing the sword intent against the formidable netherworld chains; without it, victory seemed unattainable.
"Young sect leader, I stand firmly by young chief," Jun Yuan declared, his voice resonating with conviction. While he remained unaware of the exact reason behind Yan Xing's prohibition from using the sword intent, he sensed its gravity. It was clear that the consequences of Yan Xing tapping into that power would be far from favorable.
"We cannot sustain this battle for much longer. It may be necessary for me to employ the sword intent," Yan Xing insisted, his voice filled with determination.
"No, then I will unleash my divine flame and reduce these damn chains to ashes," Jun Yuan countered with equal resolve.
