Xia Dong closed his eyes slightly and sank his awareness into his dantian.
In an instant, he unleashed all the martial blood energy of his peak mortal transformation realm cultivation without holding anything back. His tangible martial intent condensed above his head into an illusory dragon of blood energy, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.
The moment this blood-energy dragon appeared, it was like a drop of ice water falling into a pan of boiling oil, instantly enraging the ancient sword intent that permeated this space!
Clang!
It sounded as though ten million swords had been drawn at once.
The invisible sword auras drifting around him were like sharks scenting blood. They instantly turned and swept toward Xia Dong's martial intent from every direction, intent on shredding it!
"Hiss, hiss, hiss!"
In just an instant, the majestic blood-energy dragon above Xia Dong's head was sliced full of holes by the densely packed Sword Qi.
"Ugh!" Xia Dong grunted sharply as though struck by lightning, and two crimson streams of blood immediately ran from his nose.
Martial intent was intimately connected to the mind.
Every bit of the agony of his intent being torn apart fed directly into the depths of his soul.
It was an indescribable, excruciating pain, as though someone were scraping away at his brain with countless rusty knives, little by little, tearing his sanity apart!
"Again!"
Xia Dong clenched his teeth so hard they nearly cracked, his bloodshot eyes turning scarlet.
He frantically squeezed the blood energy from his body, forcibly repairing the dragon of martial intent on the verge of collapse. Braving the sword intent's assault, he pressed forward instead of retreating.
The sword intent grew even more savage.
Pain! Pain that bored into his marrow and struck straight at his soul!
Xia Dong's vision