"Eh? Half-step Sword Intent?"
By the side, the black donkey was chewing on a weed, and when Ling Feng switched to a pitch-black long sword, it surprisingly unleashed a trace of Sword Intent fluctuation, prompting the donkey to marvel inwardly.
"Just a kid at the Magnetic Condensation Realm, and he's already grasped the rudiments of Half-step Sword Intent. If someone were to give him some pointers, he might very well comprehend the true Sword Intent rather soon. However, this Divine Beast certainly won't be the one to guide him, hmph!"
The black donkey, after all, had once been the Spirit Pet of Emperor Sky White, so its judgment was naturally not far off. Its eyes, shifty as ever, spun around as it eyed Ling Feng's Universal Annihilation Sword, clearly scheming something up.
One day, two days...
After a full five days, Ling Feng sheathed his sword and stood upright, slowly exhaling a breath of turbid air.
