In an instant, Pei Ye was riddled with holes.
Light pierced through his body, slashing his skin, destroying his face, rupturing his eardrums, blinding his eyes. In an instant, the boy became a figure drenched in blood.
Yes, he had no "Sword Treatise," nor could he tip a cup with the Bright Sword Master's divine ease and gather the entire world into it.
On the path of the sword, he was still often like a child learning to walk. Breaking the old man's thousand sword techniques and answering a hundred thousand sword movements without the slightest error had already been an utter miracle.
When their sword contest reached the realm of Intent, entering the world where the old man truly stood, he had to face despair like this.
Use your two snow sword forms all you like. Qu Zhu could be affected by them countless times, but he had already broken free of them on that rainy night in Bowang.
But you-how would you face this brightness that submerged the world?
Amid the light illuminating the entire world, the boy standing motionless with his sword was like a shadow about to fade away completely.
He unleashed no Intent Sword, and indeed, he knew no more Intent Sword techniques.
But there was actually another way to break a realm of Intent.
Even if you had not reached the realm of Intent and could not pluck those intents at will to wield as weapons, you could still try to break it open with an ordinary sword.
Just as he had done to Shang Huaitong in the Bowang arena.
Pei Ye could no longer see anything. Only boundless light and sharpness ravaged his body. Amid that overwhelming, irresistible brightness, he gently raised his sword and pointed it toward the patch of darkness remaining