On the battlefield, Demon Sword stood proudly with the Green Steel Sword in hand. His loose hair was blown apart by the fierce wind, revealing a face etched with sword qi patterns, his expression filled with astonishment.
"What a Heavenly Saber! Unprecedented through all ages. Not only do you possess the foundation to break through the Calamity of the Three Gates, but your roots are also so vast and unmatched. In this age, there are no more than two or three people who can rival you.
"In terms of pure swordsmanship, the sword art I used just now has already exhausted all my attainments. From here on, I will no longer confine myself to the distinction between righteousness and evil. I will use my self-created Demon Sword Art to contest superiority with you once more."
When he finished speaking, Demon Sword's bearing suddenly changed. Compared to the brilliant, resplendent righteousness from before, he now carried an oppressive, blood-soaked aura that made one want to vomit at the very scent of it.
The surging killing intent did not merely pour forth from Demon Sword's body. It also spread endlessly from the Green Steel Sword in his hand. The killing intent seemed to turn from illusion into substance, rippling like water across the blade. Though it lasted only an instant, the entire mountain peak seemed shrouded in a bleak, chilling air of slaughter.
"A sword is inherently a weapon of murder, an instrument of violence. The sword path itself is a path of killing, and Demon Sword walks the demonic sword path of slaughter. The power of his Demon Sword Art will surely crush all who stand before it; its destructive force is beyond measure."
Xiang Yang lightly tapped his toes against a shattered octagonal stone, as weightless as a willow branch