The Way of the Saber Prison, Three Swords' Offer, News of Long Yu

That slash.

Bloodlust.

Loneliness.

Etherealness.

Ferocity.

What Lu Lin saw was not a saber.

Nor was it a saber technique.

Much less a cultivation method.

It was the Way of the Saber.

Within that slash was nothing but the pure Great Dao of the Blade.

Pure.

Clean.

Singular.

Lines of patterns appeared on the blade.

They were different combinations of the Great Dao of the Blade.

Wisps of hazy qi appeared on the blade.

They were the language of the blade, endlessly speaking.

At that moment, Lu Lin had no time to consider the conditions offered by the other powerhouses.

He used his body, his soul, and every part of himself to comprehend the saber technique formed from the convergence of the Great Dao of the Blade.

At that moment.

When the others saw the move Saber Prison had unleashed, their expressions changed dramatically.

Heavenly Demon gritted his teeth in hatred.

Blood Moon rolled her eyes in secret.

Golden God was even more regretful, clutching at his hair. Why hadn't he cultivated the Great Dao of the Blade?

Only Three Swords wore an even gentler smile. He stood motionless, as though he hadn't seen any of it.

Saber Prison looked at the smile on Three Swords' face, unable to understand why Three Swords was so certain of himself.

Saber Prison had already used the ultimate technique he'd kept hidden. Could Three Swords still have some trump card?

Saber Prison didn't believe it.

One day, two days, three days.

Lu Lin faced that slash and spent a full three days comprehending it.

It wasn't that he had finished comprehending it. He simply felt he'd learned enough for now.

There was still much more to study, but this clearly wasn't the right place or time.

"Senior Saber Prison."

"Thank you."

Lu Lin