"My spear dao..."
Red Light's face filled with horror as he stared at the youth before him in disbelief. His spear dao, capable of burning everything to ashes, had actually been severed by a single stroke of his opponent's sword?!
What kind of sword dao was that?
A terrifying shudder ran through him. The sword intent's power to sever was overwhelming, as though nothing could stand in its way.
Inside the Buddhist hall, the Sword Saint's indifferent gaze suddenly sharpened. Light flickered in his eyes, revealing a trace of astonishment.
As a supreme master of the sword dao, he saw more clearly than anyone else. That single strike contained countless sword intents-hundreds, even thousands!
Only by incorporating such consummate sword intents into his own sword dao could the youth make it so unstoppable, so terrifying!
The Sword Saint cultivated the Sentient Sword Dao, first observing all living beings, then cultivating his sword dao. His path and the youth's reached the same destination by different routes, yet the level of swordsmanship Li Hao displayed now was actually no lower than his own.
If they fought at the same cultivation realm, competing in swordsmanship alone, there was no telling who would prove stronger!
A light resembling the threads of profound learning emerged in the Literary Saint's eyes, as though wondrous laws were gathering within them. He narrowed his eyes and said:
"What an impressive young man. Not even a hundred years old, yet he has cultivated his craft to this level. Given another few centuries, he might even achieve Sacrificial Dao Sanctification!"
Becoming a saint within a thousand years was already extraordinarily astonishing, let alone entering the path of sacrifice within a few centuries. His words were lavish praise for Li Hao.
Below the stage, Zhan Tan sat with several Half-Saints. They