Even among Intent Swords, it could be counted among the finest.
Thus, when people sensed such a sword unfolding, they knew this bout was over.
Shang Huaitong's expression was dark. He had yet to set his sword against the boy's throat, simply because, for the moment, he was still unwilling to accept a victory like this.
But no one imagined that the boy would be the first to refuse such a defeat!
Within such a realm, he actually struck first, once again thrusting expressionlessly at that distant, ethereal black cloak before him, already beyond defeat!
When that sword light suddenly rose, everyone saw Shang Huaitong's utter fury!
Such disregard and arrogance had pierced him to the quick. Precisely because he had always placed himself so far above others, the poisonous flames in his heart were all the harder to contain when faced with such unyielding pride.
The man's eyes bulged like bells, flooded with red, his lofty, deep-set face now hideous as a yaksha. No longer restraining his scant remaining dignity with coldness and rigidity, Shang Huaitong bore down with the full force of his sword!
Every measure of dark sublimity gathered upon him. His black cloak was black as night, and then all around him became a silent night. However many times he had lost before, once he truly unleashed this sword, he stood at an absolute height once more. Everyone felt that heart-stopping weight, coldness, and suffocation.
The boy's bright sword light instantly froze.
His earlier lightness and decisiveness now seemed overgrown with invisible threads, wrapping, tethering, blocking. Within the unseen Nether Realm pressing over him, even breathing seemed difficult. Stiffly, laboriously, he held his sword before him, like a slow, fragile, crooked paper figure.
Shang Huaitong shattered him with a single strike!
For the first time, the