"My sword... still cannot be called a 'Dao'?"
Those words struck like a thunderclap, bringing Yue Qingge, who was about to strike again, to an abrupt halt.
An Jing's voice echoed through heaven and earth, reaching the ears of everyone watching the battle with perfect clarity. "Muscles move beneath the skin. By the same principle, true power moves beneath the surface of heaven and earth."
"It is an invisible driving force, yet one far grander than any outward appearance."
At that moment, An Jing raised his hand. The Life-Slaying Sword had already recovered. With a casual flick, countless Sword Qi howled forth, stirring the wind and clouds across the sky. "The vast majority of techniques merely make the world bleed, turning it into spirit fiend, then using the blood scabs formed by condensed spirit fiend to fight."
"This is using spirit fiend to shape martial arts, like using clay to mold porcelain. Beautiful and sturdy, but dead things in the end."
"Only by truly understanding why blood flows, understanding the heartbeat that drives all things, wielding the power of heaven and earth and stirring thunder in the unseen—only that is true power, only that is the true function of Heaven's Blood · Spirit Fiend."
"I know all that. There is no need for you to lecture me, brother!" Yue Qingge exhaled, his expression grave as he raised his hand.
Across heaven and earth, dense sword lights emerged like the stars circling the heavens, each shining with a different radiance. They varied in size, in speed, and in the sword arts they employed. Yet these countless disparate swords moved as one, carrying all manner of Sword Intent founded upon different principles as they raced toward An Jing like a rain of falling stars!
Yet An Jing swung his sword casually, as