A Slap

Before cultivating the Overlord Saber Technique, Lu Ye's understanding of saber techniques had been severely limited. No one had ever guided him in this regard, and almost everything he knew had been explored on his own.

Limited by his experience and knowledge, his saber techniques had remained only at the level of skill.

Whether it was the self-created Consecutive Slash or Flash, the saber techniques he used were merely techniques for dealing with enemies.

They were still far from reaching the level of an art.

But after obtaining the secret transmission of the Overlord Saber Technique and witnessing the true Overlord Saber Technique within that wondrous space of the secret transmission, he had come to deeply perceive his own shortcomings.

Myriad Stars was the only saber technique he could barely wield at present. Though it was not perfect, and its power was worlds apart from the strike he had seen within that wondrous space of the secret transmission, it was already enough to deal with enemies who were likewise only in the Cloud River Realm.

This strike already contained the faintest trace of Saber Intent.

The essence of the Overlord Saber Technique was unmatched tyranny, peerless bravery—though faced with thousands upon thousands, I would still press forward.

At the fall of that strike, startled cries rang out one after another.

The many Myriad Demon Ridge Cultivators seemed to have witnessed something terrifying, each of them turning pale with fright.

In that instant of exchange, their minds had already been seized. Before their eyes, there was only that scattered saber light, like a sky full of stars.

As blood splashed through the air, Lu Ye had already crashed through the formation of the Myriad Demon Ridge Cultivators. Several corpses behind him fell downward amid miserable screams.

Only then did the surviving