After all, ninth-rank late-stage Dark Sword Intent was not perfected Dark Sword Intent. The boost it brought Ye Chen was not especially great, unable to let him turn the tide.
"No wonder. So you used me to comprehend Dark Sword Intent."
Sensing the change in Ye Chen's Divine Strength, how could the Demon Sword Saint, transformed into the Bloodline Battle Saint, fail to understand Ye Chen's purpose? Fury rose in his heart, and his attacks became even fiercer.
His sword was like ink, like a surging tide. The Demon Sword Saint did not choose his most powerful divine skill, but the divine skill with the widest range of attack, leaving Ye Chen nowhere to evade.
Pfft!
Ye Chen spat out a mouthful of blood. His chest had been pierced by another sword.
If fusing Divine Strength with ninth-rank late-stage Dark Sword Intent had increased Ye Chen's power a hundredfold, then the Demon Sword Saint's power had increased by at least several thousandfold. Though Ye Chen would not be instantly killed, if this continued, death was inevitable.
After suffering heavy blows again and again, Ye Chen suddenly felt the world fall still. In his mind, the image on the first advanced Sword Dao Divine Inscription Chart flickered continuously, as though something was about to be born. Then, in an instant, inspiration flashed, and Ye Chen subconsciously swept out with his sword.
Clang!
Sparks scattered as the Demon Sword Saint flew backward. The power of Ye Chen's last strike had been extraordinary; the Demon Sword Saint felt his arm go numb and his Blood and Qi churn.
"What?"
The Demon Sword Saint looked at Ye Chen, recalling the scene from before.
"An advanced divine skill?"
The Demon Sword Saint was not entirely certain. His brows furrowed tightly.
"So this is Swordheart Unbound?"