Volume One, Chapter 203
Sword intent itself was intangible and ethereal, a kind of power on the spiritual level. Back when Zhao Fu had first entered Apocalypse World, it would have been rather difficult for him to comprehend sword intent. But now, with all sorts of terrifying powers and an even more astonishing physique, comprehending sword intent had become as easy as turning his hand over.
The Clear Wind Sword Sect's Clear Wind Sword Intent was fairly ordinary to begin with, and Zhao Fu mastered it in almost an instant.
A green breeze slowly blew around Zhao Fu, like the wind of early morning, carrying threads of coolness. The countless sword intents invading from all around were also gently blocked by it.
Clang clang clang...
Countless swords rang out as an even more massive sword intent surged toward Zhao Fu from every direction. Yet the clear breeze around him continued to blow slowly. The ferocious sword intent seemed to strike soft cotton, with no effect whatsoever.
After attacking for a while and finding itself unable to break through Zhao Fu's Clear Wind Sword Intent, the sword intent dispersed.
The phantom swords around them also vanished. Zhao Fu looked toward the others. Some, like him, had successfully blocked the sword intent, while others had been injured by it, blood flowing from different parts of their bodies until they looked like blood-soaked men.
Zhao Fu turned his gaze toward those heavenly geniuses. These people truly surpassed Zhao Fu in the way of the sword, and the sword intents they wielded were immensely powerful. The platform's sword intent could not even approach them.
Tie Qingfeng's sword intent was an enormous, heavy sword. To Zhao Fu, it looked as if a gigantic sword had been planted there, while Tie Qingfeng stood calmly beneath it.