A Thousand-Person Ruler's Personal Opinion

Cheng Lingshuang gave an unenthusiastic reply.

Fighting to this point, she had already gained something.

Regarding how to smelt one's martial arts into a single forge and cast that ideal, perfect sword, Cheng Lingshuang had always felt something crucial was missing. Now, it seemed this missing piece was the very characteristic Jingliu displayed.

Rationality, is it holding me back?

Pinching her slender, fragile hairpine, Cheng Lingshuang absentmindedly shattered Jingliu's sword qi while falling into deep thought.

Clang—

Another earth-shattering collision rang out, sword qi sweeping across the eight wastes as if slicing the sky itself apart.

Cheng Lingshuang drifted far back, standing tall amidst the towering golden sword shadow. That flawless sword intent, like an all-encompassing great sun, radiated a calm and serene brilliance.

She gazed at Jingliu opposite her, who was poised for action.

Fairly speaking, Jingliu was actually very strong.

She had evidently walked very far down the dual Paths of The Hunt and Destruction. This was not merely an accumulation of time, but also represented her extreme desire for revenge and slaughter. In short, while not a true Emanator, she was growing somewhat close.

Yet the most critical factor was not how much energy one possessed, but how much of that energy one could utilize.

A monkey holding a nuclear warhead versus a person capable of detonating one are two entirely different concepts. Jingliu belongs to the latter, capable of perfectly invoking the Path energy under her control and blessing it into her thousand-times-forged swordsmanship to unleash a terrifying destructive power surpassing her own energy tier—unfortunately, she is facing me.

Cheng Lingshuang lowered her gaze, her elegant, jade-like face devoid of the slightest ripple.

As an avatar whose persona was built upon the peak of martial arts, Cheng Lingshuang could freely draw upon the accumulated martial Dao