Half My Flair

"No wonder!"

"No wonder my Lotus Blossoms with Every Step had only its form, but none of its spirit!"

A broad smile spread across Qin Hao's face.

Now that he understood the true essence of sword intent, comprehending it would be much easier.

"So the best way to temper my willpower is to endure the Sword Monument's willpower! I can use its willpower to temper my own."

Qin Hao's gaze slowly settled on the seventh sword move.

Boom!

Sword intent even more terrifying than that of the sixth sword move surged toward him like a raging tide.

Even denser, more intricate sword blossoms all but shrouded the sky, engulfing Qin Hao as though Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin had been unleashed.

Cold sweat instantly covered Qin Hao's forehead.

A sense of dread welled up from the depths of his soul, as though he might perish at any moment. This terror far surpassed even what he had felt on his first visit to the Sword Monument, when he had looked at the sword force formed by the sword moves in its middle section.

"Hmph!"

Qin Hao grunted, his gaze still fixed firmly on those intricate sword blossoms. At the same time, vast amounts of sword force gathered and charged toward the seventh sword move, refusing to yield.

Anyone else present would have been stunned by Qin Hao's audacity.

When studying the Sword Monument, everyone proceeded one steady step at a time, starting with the first sword move. If someone rashly forced their way into comprehending a stronger move, a single misstep could destroy their willpower. At best, they would be reduced to an idiot; at worst, they would perish on the spot!

Qin Hao, however, went against the current, even using stronger sword force and sword intent to temper