A Finger Subdued Three True Saints

"Draw blood?" Ximen Wushang laughed hoarsely. "Your Majesty certainly talks big. But..."

Ghostly flames flickered in his eyes. "I've lived for so many years. What haven't I seen? If Your Majesty truly has the ability to make me bleed, then I'll be the first to acknowledge you as Sword Emperor!"

"Good."

Lin Hao said only one word.

The next moment, he moved.

No earth-shaking aura erupted. No dazzling swordlight flashed.

He merely raised his right hand, pressed his index and middle fingers together in the shape of a sword, and pointed lightly at Ximen Wushang from a distance.

The gesture looked slow, but was in fact impossibly fast.

The instant his fingertips fell, Ximen Wushang's expression changed drastically!

He felt the space around him as if it had been completely "locked down" by some invisible force. No, not locked down—woven into a vast net by countless fine strands of Sword Qi, enveloping him completely.

More terrifying still, that Sword Qi had no physical form. It existed between the real and the unreal, aimed directly at his very "existence."

It was as if the slightest movement would slice him into countless fragments, annihilating both body and soul!

This is... sword intent transformed into a domain?! Ximen Wushang was horrified.

As a high-level True Saint, he had naturally witnessed the technique of sword intent transforming into a domain. But he had never heard of anyone refining their sword intent to such a concentrated, intangible, and terrifying degree!

This was no longer ordinary Sword Dao. It had reached the very edge of "law"—using sword intent to imitate spatial confinement, and even... the law of "annihilation"!

In a flash, Ximen Wushang roared and slammed his skeletal cane hard against the ground!

The blood-red gems in the skull's eye sockets blazed, spewing out a flood