Lu Yi's brow shimmered with golden liquid that boiled over, his spiritual power circulating, probing into the Sword Tao Order, sensing the supreme sword intent.
Clang!
A clear, resounding hum of a sword rang out. Lu Yi sensed a streak of sword light flash by, a sword intent with unimaginable might, like the authority of the heavens, sweeping over.
Lu Yi summoned his own sword intent to resist, locking in a stalemate with this sword intent.
This sword intent was different from Lu Yi's; it was restrained in sharpness, pressing down regally without any killing intent.
Lu Yi perceived the mysteries within this sword intent, feeling slightly astonished in his heart.
Could this sword intent be purposely left behind by that astoundingly talented Old Master?
Left for others to comprehend the sword intent?
