"Ten out of ten."
Chu Zhiyuan spoke in a deep voice.
Li Hongzhao's crimson robes fluttered, her hair flying, the pale sash at her waist drifting through the air. Though she stood upon a rock, she seemed to float in midair.
She held her longsword high, yet it remained suspended in the air, her bright eyes glittering like cold stars.
"That's right," Chu Zhiyuan said. "Ten out of ten!"
"If I bring down all ten, I won't be able to hold it back!"
Li Hongzhao lightly bit out those words, her bright eyes blazing. "Can you really withstand it?"
Chu Zhiyuan examined the Azure Sea and Blue Sky within his Laogong Acupoint.
Gales howled, Sword Qi crisscrossing everywhere.
Yet although the small island within the azure sea was ravaged by fierce winds and Sword Qi, it remained steady and firm.
This was because of the remains.
The remains of the Supreme Heavenly Demon truly were formidable, capable of withstanding the bombardment of the Emperor's Sword Qi.
The Human Yuan Art was formidable enough as well, actually able to contain and swallow such overwhelmingly powerful force.
The Human Yuan Art was in fact also known as the Universe in the Palm. He had always thought that name a gross exaggeration.
It could only contain lifeless objects. At most, it was merely a somewhat larger storage silver ring, far too inferior to a universe.
But after this experiment, he understood just how formidable the Human Yuan Art was.
A storage silver ring could not contain Sword Qi or Sword Light, much less the qi of the Spirit Abyss.
"Good!"
Seeing Chu Zhiyuan like this, Li Hongzhao trusted his judgment and twisted her jade-like hand.
The blade began to shine.
As though it were charging, the patterns on the sword began to light