Having a voice surge into my mind was an extremely dangerous situation. It meant that the other party's light flick from his sword strike possessed a mental attack effect! In a Sword Song duel, controlling the Sword Realm was already incomparably difficult. It wasn't that mental attacks couldn't be used; it was that Sun Daoji's current attack method was far too complicated. This Sword-Flicking Rite was very likely derived from sword might.
It wasn't strange for sword might to be used in a Sword Song. Even my first sword strike just now had carried a molten-fire attack, which was why the Sword Realm had appeared golden like dusk. However, this Daoji Sacred Sword was actually a sword of mental attacks. It truly was a rare treasured sword.
I guarded my mind and blocked the mental attacks, but the power of my Sword Song would inevitably decline. For a murderous sword art, this was undoubtedly the difference between a clean, decisive thrust that went in white and came out red, and a feeble sword intent that hesitated and wore away at its target!
Just as I sank into thought and froze, Sun Daoji indeed relied on this mental disturbance to condense his Sword Realm first. The area around the sword platform instantly transformed into a Rite of the Sword platform for teaching swordsmanship. The disciples here turned their swords backhand and stood before me, while Sun Daoji formed a sword seal with one hand and floated in the air with his sword behind him in the other. His lips kept moving as if he were imparting his own way of the sword rite!
Sun Daoji looked at me. His eyes no longer held any trace of dejection, but instead carried an air of refinement and wisdom. He held his palm before