Intangible, formless divine intent slammed into the mountain! Absurd no matter how one thought of it, yet that was exactly what happened. The peak that had just let sword-light pass through it suddenly became a solid slab of steel. Smoke driven by divine intent burst apart against it, and Duanyang True Man's divine intent was violently rebounded as well.
Divine intent was formless; this was not something seen with the eyes, but sensed purely through perception.
Han Shuichang also noticed that Duanyang True Man's originally nimble, roaming divine intent seemed frozen by some kind of chill the instant it touched the mountain. It could not produce any change at all and simply crashed into it. Even an onlooker like him felt his teeth ache from that utterly artless rebound.
Clear sword-light emerged from the mountain's far side, already close at hand to where the golden light radiated.
What would happen once the two sides joined? Han Shuichang was quite curious, but at that very instant, his heart jolted again as an intense oppression descended from the heavens.
He abruptly looked up, only to see the sky seeming to topple as black clouds poured downward. Of course, the heavens were not truly collapsing. Rather, the direction of the divine-intent impact overhead—the two men locked in fierce conflict—had shifted. At this moment, they had coincidentally driven torrents of divine intent crashing down together. Their momentum was so violent that it created the illusion of heaven tilting.
This time, the mountain-protecting talisman array truly could no longer hold.
Sounds like shattering glass rang out in succession. The talisman arrays across the peaks collapsed one after another, revealing the originally invisible tracks of divine-intent impacts in the most brutal fashion. Along that straight extension, the scattered spiritual light of the arrays gave off its