White robes against blue, a sword swept in a horizontal slash.
At that moment, all sound fell silent. Even the wind and snow seemed to freeze.
Beneath the entire Heavenly Pass, the youth's sword intent seared itself into every eye like the most dazzling light, like the keenest blade.
Everyone looked only at him. They could look only at him.
Sword intent! This was sword intent!
No one cried out, yet the silence was deafening.
The True Persons in the sky reacted first. They exchanged glances, shock written on every face.
With Purple Mansion divine powers and centuries of cultivation, what spectacle had they not seen?
But sword intent was different. It was rarer than divine powers, a hundred times harder to attain. This truly was a spectacle they had never seen!
Lin Xi Yu's mind went blank. She had no idea when Jiang Yang had comprehended sword intent. Before her senior brother entered seclusion, he had not breathed a word of it to her.
But at that moment, she had no time to dwell on it. She hastily grabbed her junior brother Xuan Yi and vanished from the spot.
"Go!"
For every moment that followed, she had to keep her eyes firmly fixed on Jiang Yang. Otherwise, a single lapse in attention could give someone the chance to harm him!
This was no alarmist talk. Of all the Purple Mansion cultivators in the sky, friend or foe, probably none would gladly see another Sword Immortal emerge from Rain Xiang Mountain!
After all, Yi Yuanguang's shadow had loomed over his peers for far too long—so long that they could barely breathe.
Lin Xi Yu's departure with Lin Xiuyi surprised no one. The remaining True Persons looked at one another, their eyes holding more complicated emotions beneath the shock.
It was