The anger pent up in Duan Yuxian's chest erupted, transforming into countless beams of sword light.
The sword light resembled the celestial river cascading from the highest heavens, every beam dazzling and radiant with undisguised killing intent.
Her Master often said her True Martial Sword Art had ample finesse but lacked force of spirit. He also said the True Martial Emperor had subdued evil not through righteousness or compassion, but through a heart brimming with killing intent.
Whenever Duan Yuxian heard those words, she failed to understand. Her Master merely said she would understand when the opportunity came.
Now Duan Yuxian truly understood. She wanted to kill, regardless of right or wrong-or perhaps she simply had no room to consider them. All she had now was killing intent!
Sword qi clashed with thunder, and both sides accumulated more wounds. Yu Haochen grew increasingly alarmed.
At first, he had only been shocked by Duan Yuxian's identity. After all, being a direct disciple of the True Martial Hall carried tremendous weight. Her cultivation, however, had not concerned him.
Duan Yuxian had only advanced to foundation establishment two days ago. Her foundation could hardly be stable, and there should have been an enormous gulf between her and a veteran like him.
But once they exchanged blows, he realized how utterly wrong he had been. Several times, he had nearly lost his head. Her sword light was so fierce that it almost rivaled sword cultivators who had immersed themselves in the sword dao for decades.
He realized he had underestimated Duan Yuxian's talent. Such aptitude probably ranked among the finest in the True Martial Hall's history!
These prodigies were so unfair. How young was she-seventeen, or eighteen?
*How many negative emotions had I collected over these past decades? How many cultivation resources had I