Not until the next morning could Qin Han deftly respond to the Sword Qi of the Sword Array, whose intensity also diminished until it finally subsided.
At this time, Qin Han's face was pale, and his body bore numerous scars, but his eyes were filled with a glint of excitement.
"My Sword Dao is complete!" Qin Han murmured softly.
A smile appeared on Qin Han's face. In previous battles, he had always used palm techniques to fight his opponents, not because he didn't know how to use weapons; on the contrary, his swordsmanship was his strongest skill. It was simply that none of the opponents he encountered inspired the desire within him to draw his sword.
Standing still, he regulated the surging Inner Strength within his body until his injuries stabilized. Then, Qin Han snorted coldly, "I want to see what kind of trickery you have here."
After speaking, the Fish Intestine Sword was in hand.
"All Swords Return to the Source!"
