During their recent exchange, Zhang Yu had discovered that the sword implements in Ding Mao's hands seemed to lack the necessary refinement and nurturing. Their capacity to bear magical power was severely inadequate; previously, they had relied solely on the innate quality of the little swords themselves to contend with him.
Perhaps this would have meant nothing to others, but in the eyes of one who had mastered Sever All Absolutes, it was an enormous flaw.
Sever All Absolutes lay in overwhelming force and absolute speed. When the two came together, its might was unmatched. Every collision was a test for both enemy and ally's sword implements. Without sufficient magical power or Heartlight Seal to support them, they absolutely could not endure it.
And no matter what divine ability a sword possessed, if the sword itself had not been refined to the point of merging with one's qi, then once it was damaged, the power of that divine ability would naturally be greatly diminished.
A cultivator with profound cultivation might still be able to condense a sword blade from magical power and Heartlight Seal to continue fighting. But when the opposing enemy was also a sword cultivator and possessed intact sword implements, that would merely be futile.
Ding Mao had already sensed that something was wrong when Zhang Yu had cleaved through the little swords earlier. Yet amid collisions at such close range, Zhang Yu's sword strikes were simply too swift. Even if he controlled his flying swords to retreat, it was already too late.
When one little sword was severed in two by a single strike, his own body could not help but shudder.
After all, sword implements and their wielder were linked in mind and spirit. Now that one had suddenly been destroyed, his mind naturally suffered a