When there was a sword in one's heart, flaws were inevitable, because the human heart was not perfect. Only with no sword in one's heart could one achieve true precision and perfection. It was like caring deeply about something—caring too much would instead make one lose the most basic judgment. Having no sword in one's heart did not mean abandoning the sword; it meant merging the sword into one's blood and spirit until it became a part of oneself.
Originally, Ye Chen had merely comprehended the realm of having no sword in his heart; he had not truly reached it. But under the pressure of the Yin Wind Evil Emperor, his body instinctively moved. In other words, drawing his sword had already become his instinct, requiring no thought at all. At this moment, his thoughts could no longer keep up with his instincts.
"Frenzied Evil Slash!"
The Yin Wind Evil Emperor's famed saber art was the Six Arts of the Yin Wind. This was its third form. Compared with The Moon Waxes and Wanes, this move possessed not only savagery, but also a wild, lawless madness. Compared with Raging Sea Rampage, its violence was purer and more direct. The Six Arts of the Yin Wind could be said to combine six sets of saber arts, each form being the strongest move of one such set.
Boom!
Amid an earth-shattering roar, a mournful saber radiance stretched forth. However far the distance, that saber radiance grew just as long, as though it could extend without limit, slashing at its enemy with the most berserk posture.
Since exquisite moves were not enough, he would crush his opponent with absolute saber force.
"Sword Guard Like a Mountain!"
Ye Chen did not blindly use offense to stop offense. The saber force behind this strike had