After that line of words appeared, the blade intent, already steeped in desolation and sorrow, instantly became the phantom of an Azure Dragon with peeling scales and arrows and weapons embedded all over its body, coiling around the enormous stone stele.
"Rooaar!..."
As the blade intent rose to its ultimate realm, the Azure Dragon phantom suddenly threw back its head and gave a sorrowful roar, as though it would exhaust this broken body to fight the enemy before it until the very last moment.
And this was precisely what made Xu Taiping's sword intent so unique.
Once his name was carved onto the stone stele alongside the names of a group of the dead.
He could turn the resolve of the dead into his own blade intent.
Moreover, the words "go to one's death"-to go to one's death-would raise this blade intent of Xu Taiping's to its ultimate realm. If he showed even the slightest hesitation midway, the blade intent would backlash against him.
It was tantamount to forcing himself into a desperate corner.
"Whew..."
At that moment, Xu Taiping, who was gradually merging the Mysterious Origin Avatar's insights into sabre arts with his own, slowly exhaled a breath of turbid qi from his chest. Then he slowly stepped forward, bent his knees slightly, gripped the blade hilt in one hand and held the scabbard tightly in the other, gazing expressionlessly at the twelve glowing tribulation clouds overhead.
"Once my blade leaves its scabbard, I will not rest until death."
The moment these words left his lips, all heaven and earth, with Jiaye Temple at its center, sank.
A terrifying blade force seemed about to drag the momentum of heaven and earth throughout the Thousand Buddha Kingdom behind Xu Taiping.
And in that instant, Xu Taiping's physique, qi and blood,