A surge of savage demonic nature poured out of the Full Moon Scimitar and burrowed into Lin Lang's body, seemingly trying to penetrate his primordial spirit.
But as Lin Lang circulated his cultivation method, that demonic nature instantly dissipated.
Ding Peng was stunned. This was the first time he had seen the Full Moon Scimitar's demonic nature neutralized—even suppressed!
"How did you do that?!"
Ding Peng had comprehended divine nature, keeping the demonic nature from affecting him. Only then had he gained complete control over the Full Moon Scimitar.
He practiced martial arts not for slaughter, but simply to free himself of restraints, so he could do things he wanted to do but had previously been unable to.
Lin Lang brimmed with killing intent and carried boundless baleful energy. Why was he unaffected by the demonic nature?
Releasing his grip, Lin Lang looked at Ding Peng. "As long as you're strong enough, external things won't affect you."
"You can control demonic nature, and so can I. The Full Moon Scimitar is good, but it's also keeping your saber techniques from advancing."
"When you can unleash the power you just showed with an ordinary saber, your saber techniques will rise another level. Perhaps then you'll be able to cleave through the void."
Ding Peng stared blankly at Lin Lang. Once, he had been incomparably proud.
When he first ventured into the jianghu, he had defeated several renowned swordsmen in succession with nothing more than an incomplete Heavenly Meteor sword technique and his own insights.
In a deep valley in the Qilian Mountains, he had learned the Divine Blade Slash from Qingqing's grandfather and received all of the man's essence. With his own insights added to that, he had brought the Divine Blade Slash to an entirely new realm.
He had thought