Han Li frowned as she watched Pei Bairen, sensing immense confidence in him. Yet that confidence clearly did not come from nowhere; this man truly possessed an aura utterly different from those of her previous opponents.
"With the senior Sword Saint taking action, we can rest easy for now. Hurry and use this chance to heal."
Several Nascent Soul Cultivators withdrew to the side and sat cross-legged to circulate their energy, doing everything they could to gather their blood and qi and recover from their injuries.
Under the suppression of the sacred spirit grand formation, even their recovery abilities seemed to have dwindled to the level of low- and mid-tier cultivators. Han Li's sword edge was filled not only with killing intent that destroyed vitality, but also with sword intent condensed through focused will.
This was a power only the finest Sword Cultivators could awaken, something she should not have been able to wield. Li Chen had used the methods of the artificial primordial spirit to simulate a sword dao heart in the form of a virtual personality for her, instantly granting her such a level of attainment.
The Creation Art could shape even life, souls, and intelligence. Fixing a Sword Cultivator's heart into place was merely a matter of an execution program within a primordial spirit.
To Puppet Masters, things such as will and state of mind were tangible matter, things that could be seen and touched. They never needed to discuss temperament through empty words.
Xia Ziyi was uninjured and had no inclination to heal. He stood in a corner, feeling as though he had lost something, and stared at the confrontation between Han Li and the Sword Saint.
Suddenly, Han Li struck swiftly with her sword.
The formula she cultivated was the "Long Song Poetry Sword Formula,"