Meng Chong nurtured his precious sword daily with his vital blood and mental spirit; the sword resonated with his heart and merged with his intent. In the moment of a life-and-death crisis, it was finally time to draw the sword.
The sword was drawn, the sword spirit awoke, and the sword intent shook all directions.
The sword light seemed to tear apart the domain, imperiously unrivaled, unstoppable!
On the city walls of the Capital City of Wu Country, the Emperor and others watching from afar saw only that streak of sword light, despite the great distance, they still felt an overwhelming dominance that seemed to rule the world.
Their hearts clenched as if in a tight grasp, their breath stalled, their eyes widened in shock and horror.
The unrivaled sword light, the overpowering sword intent, shattered the Blood Spirit Child's oppressive aura and pierced his consciousness.
"How is this possible? What kind of sword technique is this?"
