Bald Bird's eyes widened, but Chen Fan remained immersed in the dark world of the Jade Slip, unable to hear its cries.
"Pfft!"
Suddenly, Chen Fan's expression changed. He opened his mouth and spat out a thread of blood. Yet this time, he didn't open his eyes. He remained immersed in that world.
"It's over, it's over!" Bald Bird fretted. "How did I not think this kid might pull a stunt like this? He actually had the gall to challenge that person's Sword Intent."
"This kid's probably done for. Do I have to find another cultivator with heaven-defying talent to work with?" Bald Bird glanced at Chen Fan, hesitated, then gritted its teeth. "Forget it. It'll only cost me a little soul power. I'll drag him out first."
As it spoke, a ring of golden light suddenly blossomed around Bald Bird. But it quickly froze in astonishment, and the golden light withdrew in an instant.
"Damn it, am I dreaming?" Bald Bird cried, leaping onto the wooden table and staring at Chen Fan in shock.
"He actually gave birth to a wisp of Sword Intent of his own!"
Chen Fan was now standing in the dark world, sword in hand, clashing head-on with the flying sword in the void. Under the crushing pressure of the endless Sword Intent, blood streamed down his body. Not a patch of his skin remained unscathed, and his Sword Dao had shattered completely. Only a few tiny specks of light still held on. Yet it was that single speck that kept Chen Fan from being crushed and forced out of the Jade Slip.
He didn't want to follow someone else's Sword Dao. He wanted his own Sword Dao to blaze a broad road.
He saw the tiny speck of light within him shining. It