Technique is the means of exerting power; when the means becomes instinct, consciousness is only a hindrance, and the body will make the most appropriate response.
Shi Xiaole finally understood why his Body-Sword Integration had been so difficult to progress—not because he was limited by talent, but quite the opposite. It was his exceedingly high talent and comprehension that had become obstacles.
With a carefree smile, Shi Xiaole hurried over to the Enlightenment Tree, plucked it up, and quickly left the scene.
Whether it was good or bad luck, just a few dozen breaths later, a terrifying figure clad in red, emanating an aura of Sword Qi all over, arrived nearby.
"There was clearly an aura of sword charm and Enlightenment Fruit here just now."
The woman looked at the debris on the ground and the crater on the plaza, her expression darkening. A sky full of Sword Qi burst forth, spanning tens of thousands of meters around her, each streak of Sword Qi acting as her eyes and ears.
