Beneath the nine-story tower, Mo Yun solemnly studied the newly condensed [Blade Talisman] in his hand.
Feeling the terrifying power emanating from the jade pendant, he inexplicably felt as though he were holding a nuclear bomb.
Its power seems considerably greater than the one the Vein Master gave me before-more than twice as strong...
Was the old man holding back when he made the earlier [Blade Talisman], rather than condensing his peak power into it?
As he sensed the terrifying energy within the jade pendant, Mo Yun's heart grew heavier.
Soon, however, something else seemed to occur to him, and a gleam flashed through his eyes.
This [Blade Talisman] is much stronger than the previous one...
The previous one could slay anyone below Martial Saint. Does that mean this one could even kill a weaker Martial Saint?
Mo Yun concentrated on that possibility.
He thought it was certainly possible.
After all, in his prime, the old man had been a formidable powerhouse capable of suppressing an entire era.
And this [Blade Talisman] might well contain the power of a single strike from his prime.
"Whew..."
Mo Yun tucked the Blade Talisman safely against his body, checked his bearings, and prepared to head straight down the mountain.
I'll come visit Senior Sister again in a couple of days and teach her the [Turtle-Breathing Art] then.
The life essence within Mo Yun had long since run dry. Staying in the Blade Tower now felt as though blades were slicing every inch of his body, leaving him in acute discomfort.
Besides the physical discomfort, there was mental torment as well. The omnipresent blade intent and blade momentum seemed to be eroding his divine soul little by little.
It seems my talent in the Blade Dao really is rather ordinary... Mo Yun reflected silently.