In all the world, only a handful could force Su Xin to burn his blood essence. Xuan Ku had now become one of them.
Back at Shaolin Temple, Xuan Ming had burned both his blood essence and primordial spirit to activate that Buddha prayer bead, finally managing to severely wound Su Xin and force him to burn his blood essence. It had even left a trace of damage on Su Xin's divine weapon, the Way of Self Sword.
Facing Shaolin Temple's Xuan Ku once more, if Su Xin wanted a swift victory, he could only choose to burn his blood essence. Otherwise, with his strength at a disadvantage, no matter how powerful the martial techniques in his hands were, they could not make up for it.
The Way of Self Sword, wreathed in burning bloodflame, slashed out. In that instant, three sword intents soared into the heavens—heaven and earth, mortals; immortals, ghosts, humans. Sword Transforms Three Realms, extinguishing heaven and earth!
It was Xuan Ku's first time experiencing such a formidable sword technique. Even with his current cultivation, a flicker of astonishment appeared in his eyes.
The martial way—the martial way. Once martial arts cultivation reached its pinnacle, it naturally became a Dao.
The sword way was naturally the same. Once sword techniques were cultivated to their limit, they naturally became the sword Dao.
Though the paths of martial arts differed, they ultimately converged. No matter what one cultivated, it was a process of turning complexity into simplicity. At the level of Su Xin and the others, a single punch might appear utterly simple, yet within it lay countless transformations and all manner of profound martial principles.
Su Xin's Sword Transforms Three Realms now stood somewhere between sword Dao and sword technique. More precisely, it was a sword Dao that