The Great Scourge of the Sword Dao

"True Person Iron Sword, what a pity. You could have comprehended sword intent."

"It seemed you were set up by someone."

Jiang Ding sheathed his sword and shook his head slightly.

Golden Core Cultivators of the same realm who practiced what appeared to be lower-tier cultivation methods deliberately spread by the Great Sun Sword Sect to cultivate potential disciples—their dantians and souls held no secrets in his eyes.

With a single glance, he could see through ninety percent of their condition, sometimes even more clearly than they themselves could.

As for True Person Iron Sword, Guo Kai—

the purity of his soul, the intensity of his Fighting Intent, the steadfastness of his Dao heart, and the refinement of his spiritual power had all reached the standard for comprehending sword intent. No one knew how many heaps of corpses he had crawled out of. Even when facing powerful enemies, he dared to draw his sword and charge forward to kill. He possessed the resolve.

A person like this was a true disciple of the Great Sun Sword Sect.

Those inner and Outer Disciples, elders, guest elders, and the like—though they were within the sect and closer to the Great Sun Sword Sect—could not compare to him.

There was a faint, concealed old wound upon Guo Kai's soul.

It was precisely this old wound that had prevented his soul from undergoing its qualitative transformation and comprehending sword intent. For years, he had remained stuck in place, wasting several centuries from the early Golden Core stage to the Golden Core Peak, unable to set foot among the Great Sun Sword Sect's core. In the end, he had no choice but to go mad.

"Digging away at the foundations of the group to fatten oneself—does that feeling really intoxicate people so much?"

Jiang Ding