Ji Juechen cradled the two halves of his broken sword and walked slowly down from the arena, one step at a time. His slender figure disappeared from Huo Yuhao's sight.
Huo Yuhao stood amid the devastation at the center of the arena, watching him go in silence.
The fierce wind had long since died. Gouges and cracks scarred the arena, strewn with fine ice crystals and traces of lightning left by the battle.
Huo Yuhao gently lowered the Yazi Greatsword in his hand, and his Soul Power slowly flowed back into his body.
The golden light faded from Huo Yuhao's eyes as he closed his Heavenly Eye Martial Soul. In his mind, he replayed the entire fierce battle.
Ji Juechen.
The sword he relied on, forged from Heavenly Meteoric Iron, had broken. Yet Huo Yuhao had caught that flash of brilliance deep in his eyes.
It had not been the resentful fire of defeat, but the spark of insight that came just before breaking through his shackles!
A fierce battle. A crushing defeat. The destruction of his Martial Soul sword.
To an outsider, it was an unmitigated disaster. But for Ji Juechen, who pursued the way of the sword with all his heart, such pressure was precisely the best chance to break through a bottleneck.
"He must have gained a great deal."
Huo Yuhao murmured to himself, certain of his judgment.
Besides, Ji Juechen was not the only one who had benefited from the battle.
Huo Yuhao had repeatedly activated Asura Hell and its advanced form, Asura Killing Aura: Domain, manipulating its boundaries and controlling the strength of its pressure as it eroded and clashed with Ji Juechen's half-formed Silence Domain again and again.
His precision in controlling his Asura Domain had reached an entirely new level compared with before