The sea arrived at that moment.
Pei Ye suddenly felt his heart gripped tight. He whipped his head around. On the lotus platform, the old man in blue-gray seemed to stand at the heart of the vast sea.
Pei Ye parted his lips slightly, but still could not breathe. It had been a long time since he had felt such pressure from a human being.
And he was merely a spectator.
What... an unimaginable stroke.
Was this the top hundred of the Crane List? Infinitely close to the Sky Tower, and seemingly a whole realm apart even from someone at the pinnacle of the Profound Gate like Zhu Gaoyang.
"Intent is the broadest realm of all."
The woman had said this during their first discussion of swords. It was indeed true. Pei Ye had seen Shang Huaitong's Intent Sword, and now... he had seen a stroke that he could not even be sure still fell within the bounds of "Intent."
The keener one's Sword Sensibility, the easier it was to learn the Intent Sword, to delve into another's Intent Sword, and to perceive its subtleties in ever greater depth. Naturally, it also became easier to spot its flaws.
That was how Pei Ye had seen through Shang Huaitong's supposedly flawless Nether Growth Sword. Yet now, he could see no possibility of striking back against a sword like this.
Forget weaknesses or openings. When seawater that drowned the world came bearing down, how could you resist?
And what he felt was only the aftershock the old man had already done his utmost to contain.
With his heart and lungs clenched utterly tight, that solitary figure in white, at the center of the overturning sea, cast him a serene glance.
Even much later, Pei Ye would not know how to describe this