He took out the Saber Manual Su Qingwan had translated for him.
Under Su Qingwan's hand, those ancient writings had become page after page of densely packed annotations. She had translated every word while bent over that flat rock in the Karst Cave, carefully comparing the texts. Zhao Feng recalled her delicate, lovely face and tightly knitted brows as she weighed the deeper meanings of the Ancient Barbarian script again and again, all to ensure there would not be a single mistake.
Zhao Feng drew a deep breath and tried hard to put Su Qingwan out of his mind.
"One who cleaves heaven does not cleave it with a saber, but with intent. Where intent reaches, the saber reaches. Heaven cannot be cleaved, yet intent can cleave heaven."
Zhao Feng silently recited the opening of the Saber Manual, then slowly raised the Barbarian God Saber. Innate true essence wove and flowed across its dark crimson blade, gathering along the edge into a thin, almost transparent film of light. It was neither dazzling nor ostentatious, but the power within it made the surrounding air distort faintly.
The first form, Earth-Splitting Slash.
"The key to this form lies in 'momentum'-not the saber's momentum, nor the wielder's, but the momentum of the earth." Reading Su Qingwan's graceful handwriting in the annotations, Zhao Feng quieted his mind and practiced it again and again.
The second form followed: Flow-Cutting Slash. The Barbarian God Saber traced a dark crimson arc through the air, moving almost too fast for the naked eye to follow. The essence of this form lay in "speed"-speed that transcended time and space, speed that severed everything. Wherever the saber's light passed, the air tore apart with a piercing shriek.
The third form, Army-Breaking Slash.
Zhao Feng suddenly surged forward, his entire body