"!!!!"
Zhu Zhuqing's heart was swept by stormy waves.
At last, she understood what Chen Xuan had wanted her to feel.
This was the true meaning of the "sword"!
It wasn't ferocious power, but the ultimate control!
"The essence of Soul Power is all the same."
"What differs is the person using it."
"..."
Chen Xuan's voice seemed to ring directly in her mind.
"Your Nether Civet Martial Soul grants you extreme speed and razor-sharp claws."
"But that's just your talent."
"You have a divine weapon in your hands, yet all you know how to do is swing it like a stick."
"Now, I'll teach you how to sharpen its edge."
As he spoke, the hand gripping her ankle exerted a little more force.
A completely different power suddenly surged into her.
If the life energy from before had been a "flow," then this power was a "thrust"!
There wasn't a trace of gentleness in it.
It was domineering, fierce, and filled with an indomitable will!
"Ugh..."
Zhu Zhuqing let out a muffled groan. A sharp aura raced up through the meridians in her leg!
It felt as if an invisible sword were carving a brand-new path through her body!
Pain!
Unimaginable pain!
Strangely, though, her meridians weren't damaged at all.
The power was domineering, yet it remained controlled at a perfect threshold.
It let her feel its cutting edge without actually harming her.
"Steady your mind!"
"Guide your Soul Power to keep up with it!"
"Imitate it! Become it!"
Chen Xuan's voice rang like a thunderclap.
Zhu Zhuqing didn't dare slack off. She gritted her teeth and desperately urged the Soul Power that had just recovered within her, chasing after that domineering aura.
It was an unbelievably difficult process.
Her Soul Power was used to rushing, used to running