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Below Heavenly Sword Peak, the ground was littered with scars, and the intangible sword intent wrapped around the mountain.
The mad wind howled,
Sword qi soared into the clouds,
The peak, hundreds of meters tall, had been cleaved in half, and between the two halves, one could vaguely see sword intent bursting forth. Disciples who came to visit later could imagine the intensity of that battle.
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Sitting in meditation only three meters from Heavenly Sword Peak, Chu Yang circulated the cultivation techniques of Step Battle Immortal Jue, slowly harnessing the surrounding sword intent to temper himself.
Grasping the sword intent was difficult, and Chu Yang knew this well. However, through his recent enlightenment, he had vaguely touched upon some threshold.
Around Chu Yang, many other disciples also sat in meditation, either contemplating the sword intent or using it to refine themselves.
"Do you see that? That's Brother Chu Yang,"
