The battle atop the Arena grew ever more intense, yet the Arena itself remained as steady as Mount Tai.
The cultivators watching went from initial tension and worry to pure shock and fascination.
They forgot to worry whether the Arena would collapse, forgot to worry about their own safety.
In their eyes, there were only the two figures clashing atop the Arena.
Every sword strike made them hold their breath.
Every move left them astonished.
"Look at Song Xue's sword strike!"
A sword cultivator suddenly cried out.
Everyone followed his gaze and saw the red Sword Dao Law on Song Xue's Long Sword suddenly draw in. No longer did it spread outward; instead, it was all contained within the blade.
The entire sword became dull and lightless, appearing no different from an ordinary iron sword.
Yet everyone sensed that something was wrong.
Though the sword looked ordinary, the aura it gave off was more than ten times more terrifying than before!
The Sword Dao Law was drawn inward, returning to simplicity.
This was the mark of sword cultivation reaching an extremely high realm.
Feng Yuan's expression finally changed completely.
He knew this state of Song Xue's all too well.
Back when they had not yet gone their separate ways, Song Xue had once told him:
"My sword has three realms."
"The first realm is to release the Sword Dao Law and overwhelm others with momentum."
"The second realm is to draw in the Sword Dao Law and triumph through quality."
"The third realm..."
She had not finished.
Because at the time, she herself had yet to enter the third realm.
But now, as Feng Yuan looked at the dull, lightless sword in Song Xue's hand, a terrifying suspicion suddenly surged up in his heart.
Had she already entered the third