"Is this the realm of the Heavenly Sword?"
With his hold completely released, Shi Xiaole felt a heartfelt sense of liberation.
His intent, his swordplay, seemed to have a tightly linked connection with the heavens and the earth. A gesture, a step, could form a sword attack, as simple as breathing, it had become his instinct.
Shi Xiaole was certain that using his same sword art now would be much more powerful than before. To find out the exact gap, he would need to test it.
The harmony of a hundred swords resonated, creating a clangor. The intertwining of countless Sword Qi made the surrounding spaces created by the ships and the Glazed Fairy Platform incredibly sharp and lethal. The wind sweeping across the river felt like a knife cutting across one's face, causing bouts of stinging pain on the skin.
Noises, discussions, had unknowingly disappeared. The only remnant sound was the deep sound of panting.
