Nine Thousand Zhang! Blade Intent Becomes Blade!

By this time, Li Bufan had already climbed to eight thousand zhang up Blade Peak, yet he felt no pressure at all. The saber intent along both sides of the mountain path was almost tangible, transforming into countless sharp blades that circled around him, but his steps remained steady, as though that saber intent were nothing more than a breeze brushing his face.

Doubt could not help but rise in his heart. Back when he had taken Blade Peak's Core Disciple assessment, he had exhausted every means he possessed upon reaching merely five thousand zhang. In the end, he had only barely passed by achieving a breakthrough in saber intent at the eleventh hour.

His saber intent had improved since then, but not to the point of soaring by leaps and bounds. By all reason, the pressure he felt should not have been this light.

Although his cultivation had advanced considerably compared to back then, and both his physical body and Spiritual Sense had undergone qualitative leaps, Blade Peak tested saber intent.

If one's understanding of saber intent was lacking, then no matter how high one's cultivation was, it was useless so long as it did not surpass Xie Qisha's.

Though Li Bufan was puzzled, his feet did not stop. Step by step, he continued upward—eight thousand one hundred zhang, eight thousand two hundred zhang, eight thousand five hundred zhang. The pressure was still not great, only somewhat stronger than it had been at seven thousand zhang.

His saber intent resonated with Blade Peak's saber intent, clashed against it, and fused with it. He actually felt as though a fish had entered water. Only after climbing to nine thousand zhang did he finally feel that long-absent pressure.

The saber intent here was no longer an invisible wind. It became streak