Great Harm to the Sword Dao

"Iron Sword True Person, what a pity. You could have comprehended sword intent."

"It seemed someone had plotted against you."

Jiang Ding sheathed his sword and shook his head slightly.

They were Golden Core cultivators of the same realm, and the techniques they cultivated seemed to be lower-tier arts deliberately spread by the Great Sun Sword Sect to nurture potential disciples. Their dantians and souls held no secrets in his eyes.

With a single glance, he could see through ninety percent of their condition, sometimes more clearly than they themselves could.

Iron Sword True Person Guo Kai—

the purity of his soul, the intensity of his fighting spirit, the steadfastness of his Dao heart, and the refinement of his mana had all reached the standard for comprehending sword intent. Who knew how many piles of corpses he had crawled out from? Even before powerful enemies, he could draw his sword and charge forward to kill. He had the resolve.

Such a person was a true disciple of the Great Sun Sword Sect.

Those inner and outer sect disciples, elders, guest elders, and the like—though they were within the sect and closer to the Great Sun Sword Sect—could not compare with him.

There was a faint, hidden injury upon Guo Kai's soul.

It was precisely this injury that had prevented his soul from undergoing its transformation and comprehending sword intent. For years, he had remained stuck in place, wasting centuries from early Golden Core to peak Golden Core, unable to take even a step into the core of the Great Sun Sword Sect. In the end, he had been driven mad.

"Digging holes in the walls of the group to fatten private pockets—does that feeling really intoxicate people so much?"

Jiang Ding sighed.

Individual interests and sect interests were not always