Peng Tian was weary from defending himself. Under the succession of sword forms forged by Lu Feng's brutal, savage slashes, he could not help feeling as though his entire state of mind had been drawn into that Raging Sea Sword Intent.
Beneath streak after streak of fierce Sword Light, he seemed to behold the sight of an endless sea in fury. Enormous waves roared and churned like enraged beasts, heaving the sea surface high into the air with a surging force that seemed ready to break through the heavens.
As fierce Sword Light fell upon the blade of his Moon Blade, the clanging, reverberating hum it shook loose turned into rolling storm thunder over that furious sea. Perilous wave crests rose one after another, stabbing toward the sky, while undercurrents roiled endlessly between the waves, forming vortex after vortex that inspired dread at a glance.
Within this dreadful tidal surge of Sword Intent, the seawater seemed to turn murky and dangerous, as though it could sweep him at any moment into the endless abyss beneath the sea. The howling sea wind erupted with a force like knives carving and swords cleaving, sharp enough to shatter a person's bones and make their heart pound in terror.
Before this terrifying, endless ocean of fury, the sense of his own insignificance in Peng Tian's heart was magnified without limit.
It even made an uncontrollable feeling arise within him: with humanity's tiny strength, there was absolutely no resisting such a dreadful sword. He could only honestly submit, receive it with reverence in his heart.
Peng Tian's sword heart gradually lost itself within Lu Feng's Sword Intent.
As the one involved, Lu Feng's state of mind was equally terrible at that moment.
It could be said that this horrifying Sword Intent, like a raging sea,