The path of Martial Arts was vast and boundless. No one dared claim to have comprehended all its mysteries, for Martial Arts was inherently an empty term: there was only stronger, never strongest. Even True Gods, though capable of anything, still had to fight through Martial Arts. Naturally, the Martial Arts of True Gods were god-tier Martial Arts, a kind of Martial Arts that had already gained sentience and was no longer confined to form. Like the Three Realms Killing Fist of the Three Realms Supreme, which had transformed into tangible killing intent—this was still incomparably far from god-tier Martial Arts, as far apart as heaven and earth, but it had at least set foot upon this path.
Within the strange space of the Martial Essence, Ye Chen clearly felt the vastness of Martial Arts for the first time. In a short time, the figure had already displayed hundreds upon thousands of sword arts. Every one of them was Supreme Swordplay, and all had reached perfection. One had to know that human strength was limited; it was impossible for a single person to create so many sword arts, because there was simply no need for them. These sword arts had all been automatically deduced from a demigod's Martial Arts essence; they were not created by the demigod.
After witnessing so much perfected Supreme Swordplay, if Ye Chen gained no insight, then he would truly be stupid beyond measure.
Clearly, Ye Chen was not stupid. Otherwise, he would not have become a Supreme at such a young age.
"What tyrannical swordplay!"
Among the hundreds upon thousands of perfected Supreme Swordplay techniques displayed by the figure were sword arts founded upon the four great profundities of earth, water, fire, and wind. This swordplay was boundlessly tyrannical. With a single slash, it seemed