"That sword intent was incredibly powerful. No wonder the Heavenly Saber qi I left within Shui Wuhen vanished without a trace—it had been directly annihilated by this sword intent. Can either of you recognize its origin?"
Xiang Yang and the other two slowly drifted down, walking side by side over the soft earth. As they approached the Dragon King, now a corpse, they felt an astonishing sword intent repelling their approach, vaguely forming a domain of sword qi.
Scattered sword qi drifted through the air. Anyone lacking sufficient cultivation who rashly entered would be torn directly to pieces.
One had to know that this sword intent came only from the wound where Shui Wuhen's body had been severed in two. Yet even as a remnant, it remained incomparably powerful, its Divine Might shocking, making the three feel as though they faced a formidable enemy.
Xiang Yang also understood why the Heavenly Saber qi attached within Shui Wuhen's body had dissipated.
"I cannot recognize it. But Shui Wuhen was cut in two by this sword intent without even taking a single move, his body and soul both extinguished. There cannot be many people in the world with such strength and such attainment in the sword dao.
"And with merely a thread of sword intent, it can make the three of us tremble with fear. I am afraid only that person could accomplish this."
Tian Xingzi carried a divine sword on his back. His calm, indifferent eyes rested upon Shui Wuhen's corpse as he swiftly reconstructed the scene in his mind.
A sword had flown in from beyond the heavens. Shui Wuhen knew escape was hopeless, so he fought with his back to the river, rousing his Divine Might. Unfortunately, the gap in strength was ultimately too great, and he was slain