Over these past days, apart from his daily cultivation, Zhang Yu had been steadily accumulating sword momentum within the Skyshock Sword.
As he continued, the sword's brilliance, dazzling at first, gradually faded until it seemed almost nonexistent. Looking at it now, the entire longsword resembled a faint phantom. This was not concealment or evasion, but rather a withdrawal and fading from all manner of perception.
At this moment, if he were not its master and did not clearly know that such a sword was beside him, he felt that he could easily overlook it without noticing.
And this was precisely what he had hoped for.
If the power of Sever All Absolutes could be brought to its utmost limit, then among those of the same level, very few would be able to withstand it.
One reason was that this technique excelled in force and speed. Once its power reached its supreme peak, even if an opponent sensed it in advance, they would have no time to evade the sword-light swifter than lightning. The other was that once its force was driven to the ultimate extreme, nothing could remain unbroken; no divine ability or mystical art could block it.
The method of gathering momentum was equivalent to being prepared to draw the sword at every moment. When the time came, the power it could unleash was naturally incomparable to a casual slash.
However, such momentum could not be accumulated without end. It still depended on his own capacity to bear it. Even the seemingly boundless ocean had its limits. At present, he knew that he was still far from being full; if things continued as they were, it would take another twenty or thirty days or so to reach his own limit.
This was mainly to allow the sword to gradually