"Strong—really strong. But how did you train that sword of yours? How...?" For a moment, Xiao Yan did not know how to ask.
"Ten years to sharpen a sword... that is only a generalization. I have sharpened this sword for far more than ten years!" Xiao Heng lowered his sword and said casually, "You want to ask about this power, right?"
"Yeah! This power... I have wanted to ask about it for a long time." Xiao Yan nodded. He had been curious about the special power Xiao Heng wielded for quite some time.
"Sword Intent. Ever heard of it?" Xiao Heng said casually. Then Sword Intent condensed. With a casual flick, he knocked the heavy ruler from Xiao Yan's hand into the air. Xiao Heng slashed down with his sword, splitting the ruler in two before it dissipated.
Seeing Xiao Heng split his Black Heavy Ruler, condensed from Dou Qi and flames, in half without using much power, Xiao Yan's throat bobbed involuntarily.
"How did you train it?"
"I do not know. I just kept training, and it came naturally. Do you remember when we were in Wutan City? The first thing I did every morning after getting up was practice my sword. Then... it just happened." Xiao Heng spoke casually. Sword Intent truly was an exceedingly miraculous power. Before that vast amount of Dou Qi, Sword Intent might not have displayed much power, but it was genuinely powerful. It made him stronger on top of his existing strength, and even when he was weak, it gave him the power to strike back from desperate straits.
Over the years, his Sword Intent had undergone many transformations, merging with his other energies and revealing astonishing sharpness.
No matter how powerful the Heavenly Flames were, his sword could cut them apart. Though