Baihui was the meeting point of all yang, connecting to the heavenly gate above and the human body below.
This was the bridge through which the human body communed with heaven and earth.
Now that the shackle had been struck, it seemed to receive the support of an invisible force from heaven and earth.
The sword mark on the shackle began to heal, its traces fading.
I can't delay!!
At this sight, Jiang Ning's mind tightened.
Without further hesitation, he urged the Nascent Soul Sword on, bringing three fierce strikes down in succession.
Clang-!
Clang-!!
Clang-!!!
The three strikes fell, each stronger than the last, each ringing louder than the last.
Every strike landed on the same sword mark, deepening it.
But he himself also bore every strike that fell.
His skull shook violently, veins bulged at his temples, and golden blood rolled down from between his brows.
Excruciating pain exploded in his mind, making him see stars, his head swimming and throbbing, his consciousness blurring.
Those three successive strikes also let him see the shackle teetering on the verge of breaking, with only one final point of connection remaining.
But at the same time, supported by an invisible force from outside, the mark began to heal rapidly.
It healed so quickly that he could see it with the naked eye.
His heart tightened, and his mind instantly steadied.
Again-!
He shouted inwardly.
Black and White Profound Light blazed upon the Nascent Soul Sword as he drove the sharp edge of its sword intent to the utmost.
Then the longsword plunged down.
Boom-!!
A roar rang out, like thunder exploding.
With that tremendous roar, the Baihui shackle shattered inch by inch, golden fragments flying everywhere.
Then a vast aura poured through the heavenly gate atop his head, like ghee poured