Above the royal capital.
Beneath the bright heavens and broad daylight.
At this moment, everyone was drawn to that incomparably clear azure sky.
Ssh—
A streak of white light tore through the air, crossing ten thousand miles in an instant.
With a single flash, that streak of white light vanished, impossible to track.
The next moment.
The colorless world regained its hues, and the frozen world resumed its flow.
And at this moment.
The White-Clothed Sword Immortal's pupils constricted slightly as he looked ahead, gravity appearing in his gaze for the first time.
Because he saw a streak of white light spinning rapidly in Jiang Ning's palm.
It was Sword Intent condensed to the utmost limit.
Yet at this moment, that Sword Intent was like a solid object, revolving in Jiang Ning's open palm.
Its momentum had yet to dissipate and it still pressed forward, but it could never break through Jiang Ning's palm.
The next moment.
Jiang Ning closed his five fingers, and the Sword Intent, condensed until it was nearly tangible, seeped out through the gaps between his fingers before dispersing into nothingness.
That sword radiance had been completely crushed in his hand.
Feeling the faint sting in his palm, Jiang Ning nodded inwardly in satisfaction.
Just now, Su Qingying had been pierced through in a single exchange and wounded by the White-Clothed Sword Immortal's Gazing Upon the Azure Heavens.
Yet when facing the same move, he had received it with his bare palm and felt only a faint sting.
From this alone, he knew that his current physique was no longer what it had once been.
"To receive my Sword Intent with your fleshly body, you have every reason to be proud! No wonder you were so valued by that person in the past."
The White-Clothed Sword