A swordsman might need to know how to draw a sword and how to strike with it.
But for a Sword God, the sword was in his heart. Wherever his gaze fell became a sword. Even every pore on his body could release sword qi, and every strand of hair could condense sword intent.
What he needed to do was no longer learn how to draw or wield a sword. He only needed to know where the sword should strike—that was the ultimate goal!
It was like an outstanding cuju striker. All he needed to know was where the goal was, then shoot.
Now, the Sword Saint knew the direction in which to "shoot." The solemn gloom in his eyes was instantly swept away, replaced by sword intent!
Sword intent as mythical as a legend!
Startling sword intent flashed from his eyes like two bursts of golden light. With his fingers held together like a sword, he pointed at the void and suddenly thrust forward!
To wield a sword against Heaven, one only needed to draw the sword—the direction of the strike was the target. No matter which direction he thrust, he was striking toward Heaven, because—the entire world lay beneath Heaven's shroud!
Buzz!
The void shuddered violently.
The Heaven and Earth Qi flow, which had already been completely frozen as though trapped in amber beneath the terrifying will of "Heaven," was suddenly shaken by this earth-shattering, dreadful sword intent. A gap was forcibly torn open.
The instant that gap was ripped open, the void twisted.
Streams of bewitching, shifting aurora, like unfurling petals, burst from the air disturbed before the Sword Saint's outstretched sword fingers.
It was as though another strange spacetime had appeared after the void was pierced.
This was not the power of Shattering the Void, yet