Though his blade could hold its own against He Fuqiong's flying sword, the moment he used any other means, he would shake his conviction in the Dao of the Blade!
The Dao of the Blade had been his primary cultivation path ever since he joined the Chongming Sect.
Whenever he wielded a blade, the slightest doubt would let He Fuqiong's flying sword tear through all his defenses!
This wasn't a clash between blade and sword. It was a flaw in his Dao Heart!
But now, Pei Ling had deliberately forgotten every means beyond the Dao of the Blade. He had staked the outcome of this battle, the success or failure of his path to immortality, and his entire Dao Path on the blade.
Pure, honed, resolute, unyielding... Forget all other arts, and only then could he reveal his true self!
Only with a flawless Dao Heart could this become a true contest between blade and sword!
And, though he didn't know if it was just his imagination, after forgetting so many other techniques, he felt that his blade was clearly faster than before—and stronger!
It was as if, in an instant, he had brushed away the invisible webs and dust clinging to the Nine Souls Blade.
The blade spirit and the blade itself thrummed with an exhilarating closeness, their aura blending with his as though they had become one.
Though he had never cultivated any blade techniques above the Dao Integration Stage, this was enough!
As his thoughts flashed by, Pei Ling had already charged up to He Fuqiong. Without the slightest hesitation, he brought the Nine Souls Blade down!
Forget all other arts, cast aside my divine powers. With only the blade in my hand, I'll carve open my road to immortality!
He Fuqiong had no time to catch