Bronze Sword Emperor Slays the Masked Man

Thud, thud, thud... Ye Chen staggered back more than a dozen steps in succession. The hand gripping the Evil Cleaving Sword went numb, and a thread of blood trickled down. Bronze Sword Emperor's strike had been utterly rigid and powerful, its sword force condensed to an unimaginable degree. It was as if the power contained within that sword had been a single whole from the start—needing no further compression and incapable of scattering. No matter how Ye Chen condensed his own sword force, it was ultimately a tier inferior.

"Sword Essence?"

Ye Chen finally understood why Bronze Sword Emperor's sword had seemed somewhat similar to Battle King's Platinum Sword Body. So the other man possessed a sword body as well. The True Essence cultivated by a sword body was also called Sword Essence.

Sword Essence was like Sword Light, except other swordsmen could only drive Sword Light, while a sword body could store it. Once the Sword Light was unleashed and further condensed, its power was naturally terrifying.

At the foundation, a sword body stood a tier higher.

Of course, when a sword body encountered a Sword Domain, it was still somewhat restrained. If Ye Chen had not possessed a Sword Domain just now, merely being forced back a dozen steps would have been the least of it; he would certainly have coughed up blood.

"I thought it was only at the first level of Sword Domain. I never expected it to have reached the peak of the first level." Though the difference between the first level and the peak of the first level might not have seemed great, Bronze Sword Emperor knew very well that if it had merely been the first level, it could not have twisted the trajectory of his sword, causing it to deviate slightly before