With a thought, a wisp of silver-white Sword Intent appeared on his fingertip. Xiao Heng casually pointed at the ground, and a small hole appeared in the floor.
It was only the size of a fingertip, yet under Xiao Heng's soul perception, it was nearly three meters deep. If it had been Dou Qi, Xiao Heng could have managed it at full strength now. But this was not Dou Qi—it was merely a wisp of Sword Intent.
His battle with Hai Bodong had been the first time Xiao Heng used Sword Intent. Driven by that immense Dou Qi, he had barely managed to wield it, but with only his own Dou Shi cultivation, it would have been impossible.
Ever since he comprehended Sword Intent, it had seemed as though it did not exist, merely making his attacks sharper. As for anything else, he normally found it difficult even to condense Sword Intent into tangible form, much less fire it outward like this.
Sword Intent differed from sword qi. Sword qi could grow stronger along with him, but Sword Intent had barely improved since the moment he comprehended it. It only grew a tiny bit with each breakthrough—an extremely tiny bit.
But now, after his battle with Medusa, his Sword Intent seemed to have become much stronger. In Xiao Heng's perception, it was at least three times more powerful than before! This threefold increase did not simply mean it had expanded three times over. Rather, Sword Intent had become stronger in every aspect—its sharpness, purity, and inherent power had all improved considerably, ultimately reaching the point where it could now be released outward.
This was undoubtedly a good thing. Sword Intent was born from the union of essence, qi, and spirit; it was tangible, yet illusory. He could guess why it