This is also the mettle required of a sword cultivator.
To draw the sword without regret, even if the heavens and earth shatter before my eyes, I alone shall cleave it with one stroke.
Lu Yi felt as if he had grasped some understanding, and a Tao Sound emerged within his mind, the Mysterious Tao Patterns on the Immortal Sword Seed faintly flickered, as if calling out to one another in response.
Streams of sword intent flowed around his body, flickering indistinctly; though seemingly weak, they carried an unimaginable, unyielding immortal will.
By his side, both the Ling Luo Peak Master and Liu Ningshuang froze, turning their heads to look at Lu Yi with the same numb expression on their faces.
Ling Luo Peak Master rubbed her hair, looking at Lu Yi with a speechless expression and muttered to herself, "No way?! For real?! I just casually mentioned it, could this kid actually have had an enlightenment?! What's with this sword intent?!"
