After recognizing the threat Ye Qianxun posed, Lu Xiaotian temporarily eased his suppression of the Misty Flying Sword. He also exchanged sword arts with Yu Xiaoqiao. At the moment, the Misty Flying Sword still fell short of the Demon-Suppressing Tower and even his Blood Astral Power, so Lu Xiaotian wasn't worried that the sword embryo inside him would lose control anytime soon.
Given the choice, Lu Xiaotian naturally wouldn't resort to a stopgap that quenched his thirst with poison. But with the threat of death hanging over him because of Ye Qianxun, he wasn't about to sit back and await his end. Against such a powerful enemy, he wouldn't pass up any chance to strengthen himself.
The moment Lu Xiaotian stopped suppressing the Misty Sword Embryo within him, a surge of sword intent immediately swirled around his body. Several distinct auras—Twinborn, Sky-Rending, Sky-Drifting, and Misty—shifted and changed without end.
"Big Brother Lu's sword intent is growing so quickly." Yu Xiaoqiao, whose injuries had never been particularly serious, felt the surging sword intent within Lu Xiaotian and was astonished. It seemed that, as long as he wished, Lu Xiaotian could improve his attainments in the sword arts at any moment. Though Yu Xiaoqiao prided herself on her talent, she didn't think she could surpass him.
In truth, Lu Xiaotian's rapid progress in the sword arts stemmed from his habitual suppression of the Misty Sword Embryo. The embryo within him had long remained under pressure, which had in fact served to temper it. Just as the Demon-Suppressing Tower and his Blood Astral Power had been tempered, so too had the Misty Sword Embryo.
It was like a strong, healthy person walking with several hundred pounds on his back. After carrying that weight for years, he had grown used to it. Then, if