True Intent

After the cheers, the crowd returned to their places and continued watching the battles.

Shen Qing strode over.

"Your sword-control technique..." Shen Qing's voice carried a rare trace of astonishment. "It has reached the limit of Profound Mastery?"

Lu Zhen nodded slightly.

Liu Jingshu and Liu Jingyi beside him were stunned as well.

"Monster." Liu Jingyi muttered softly. "During the academy assessment, you had clearly only just stabilized your Profound Mastery. How many days has it been? You've already touched the threshold of Minor Intent?"

Liu Jingshu's eyes were equally shaken.

The martial path of the Great Wilderness only grew harder the further one went.

From Profound Mastery to Minor Intent was a chasm that reached the heavens! Countless geniuses were stuck at this step.

Yet Lu Zhen had taken only a few days to force his way from major accomplishment in Profound Mastery to the very pinnacle of its peak.

"Good." Shen Qing took a deep breath. "Keep it up. The second round will depend on you."

The slaughter of the first round continued.

"Look over there." Liu Jingshu suddenly spoke, pointing at an enormous light screen in the distance.

It was the Myriad Stars Realm.

On the arena, a young man in white held a folding fan.

His opponent was a rather formidable body cultivator squad.

Whoosh!

With a flick of the white-robed youth's fan, blasts of astral wind shot forth.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

The bodies of three body cultivators, hard as refined iron, instantly collapsed and turned into white light.

"It's Minor Intent." Lu Zhen's gaze narrowed slightly. "Using Intent to command Profound Mastery—the Minor Intent of wind."

"That is Qian Jue of the Myriad Stars Realm," Shen Qing said in a low voice. "He uses the upper ninth-grade technique, Shattered Wind Fan, but bolstered by Minor