Hidden Sect, True Monarch's Interrogation

"Phew..."

Song Qingxing let out a long breath and slowly opened his eyes. This time, when nurturing his sword, he had always felt that he was lacking by just that little bit. Though he had already reached the peak, he still felt it was not enough.

"A sword like this cannot wound a Demon King," Song Qingxing murmured softly.

He had not interacted much with experts of that level. He could only judge based on the displays Song Changsheng, Song Daoling, and the others had made in the past.

Once this sword strike, which he had nurtured and accumulated for several months, left its sheath, few Purple Palace Cultivators would be able to withstand it. Yet, he felt that he was still one thin line short of injuring an expert at the Demon King level.

Before and beyond that line was the difference between heaven and earth.

Yet breaking through that sliver was harder than scaling the heavens, for he first had to surpass his own limits. But he was already standing at the peak of the Purple Palace Stage, and every aspect of him had been tempered a thousand times over.

Unless his cultivation advanced another step.

But if his cultivation could break through its bottleneck in such a short time, then he would have no need to nurture this sword strike.

He cultivated the Slaughter Sword Dao. There were two ways to briefly raise the momentum of his sword. The first was to kill. Whether killing people or demons, as long as he killed enough, he could gather sufficient Blood Fiend Qi to enhance his sword momentum.

That would mean using the blood of others, and Song Qingxing disdained such a thing. He cultivated the Slaughter Sword Dao, but he had never killed for the sake of killing.