Black Mist Comprehends Sword

"You say, you say..."

[I'm telling you, the sword light you're enduring now contains sword intent, but its wielder's swordsmanship isn't especially advanced. For an ordinary person, it would be almost fatal. But you have [Night's Breath] constantly restoring you and suppressing the injuries caused by the sword intent. You just need a little more time to recover, so it isn't serious.]

[Of course, if you keep taking hits from sword light of this caliber, our time together will probably come to an end. On the day you're buried, the great and noble Lord Parchment will pay you a visit, out of consideration for our past friendship.]

Only then did Fang Yue understand. His earlier impression hadn't been mistaken.

Night's Breath really had been working, restoring his wounds from beginning to end.

It was just that injuries containing sword intent were too much for even Night's Breath to suppress, which was why it had seemed as if Night's Breath wasn't working.

Still, he hadn't expected sword intent to suppress [Night's Breath].

It seemed he couldn't underestimate this stuff.

Fang Yue put aside his contempt as the [Anomaly Ring] wrapped around him, forming [Guǐyī].

When the sword light struck, [Guǐyī] immediately blocked it. With a clang of sword chimes, fragments of black material scattered from Fang Yue's body—remnants of [Guǐyī].

The sword light had gradually reached this level of power.

Fang Yue's expression turned grave. He knew he couldn't keep letting greed get the better of him.

He sprang into motion and charged straight toward the black cocoon.

Bzzzzzz!

The sword chimes abruptly grew sharper and more rapid.

As if to stop Fang Yue, streaks of sword light appeared out of thin air and slashed toward him.

He had taken the sword light head-on before to improve his sword intent. Now