Zhao Cheng swung his sword incredibly fast, but even more terrifying was the momentum behind it. The few people who had brushed past Zhao Cheng did not look back at all, yet as the sword tore through the air, they felt as though the entire vault of heaven had come crashing down with that single strike.
The weight of his sword was simply beyond reckoning.
How could the so-called unity of man and heaven be some empty illusion? This was an extraordinary spiritual realm of the sword.
At that moment, Li Huang'er held Zheng Yimeng's hand in one hand and gripped her sword in the other. She remained on guard, while also being shaken by such a realm of swordsmanship.
Though Zhao Cheng had told her before that this was bestowed by the awakening of supernatural power, she still felt that, in reality, Zhao Cheng definitely was not merely an ordinary person as he had claimed.
Although she did not understand supernatural power, power was only power. Perhaps it could grant strength and skill, but it should not be able to instantly turn a coward into someone brave, or a weakling into someone strong...
If it could, then it would not be called supernatural power. It would be called brainwashing.
At most, power served as a catalyst.
Great power could make a person confident, and increasingly so, but that surely required no short amount of time. As time passed, it worked its changes subtly and silently. This was what was meant by cultivating one's vital energy.
Some people were the same when they suddenly gained authority. At the beginning, they would certainly be overly cautious, inevitably constrained in all they did. Only after gradually experiencing the strength that authority brought would they begin to grow bolder, until they could wield