"Sword Intent?!"
The clear, ringing cry of swords instantly pierced through an area ten miles wide.
Elsewhere, perhaps this sword cry would not have seemed so piercing.
But where were they now?
This was the Heavenly Net Arena! This was the most densely populated area of spiritual cultivators in East Heavenly King City, one of the central regions of the Era of Spirit Refining!
There were simply too many sword cultivators here. Almost the instant Xiao Wanfeng cried out mournfully, "Don't kill me!", every sword cultivator's blade erupted at once.
Clang—
Following the soft sword cry that came when Sword Intent first took shape came the terrifying roar of a storm formed by countless spiritual swords converging.
Not a single person in the audience could remain seated.
In such a desperate battle, a mortal had comprehended Sword Intent? Was I dreaming?
No one dared believe what they were seeing with their own eyes.
The youth on the stage who had released Sword Intent was now shining so brilliantly that he nearly suppressed Young Master Xu's presence. How could anyone fail to notice him? Yet once they truly saw him, everyone found it even more inconceivable.
"A mortal!"
That fellow with his eyes shut tight and a face full of terror at death truly did not possess even the slightest fluctuation of spiritual essence. He was a pure mortal.
Yet the aura of Dao rhythm flowing around him was so obvious that, even though there were few masters present, vast numbers of people could see it.
That aura was far too intense!
So intense that even those who had witnessed peak Innate cultivators break through into the Master realm refused to believe that a mortal could emit such an aura.
Because even Masters might not be capable of releasing Dao rhythm