Dugu Yin fell into a daze at those words.
Sword moves? Sword Intent?
Yes, where had all the sword moves and Sword Intent he had painstakingly honed and comprehended gone?
When had I begun to abandon them?
He lowered his eyes numbly to the flying sword before him.
Back then, to refine that Zen Staff, he had gone so far as to destroy his own Life-Bound Flying Sword and melt it into the staff.
Now, it no longer bore any resemblance to that Life-Bound Flying Sword.
Now it was broken and hideous, clamorous and greedy, a weapon cast from nightmares.
Perhaps from that moment on, he had been destined never to advance another step along the Sword Dao.
"Could I have-chosen wrong again?"
Amid his daze, a buzzing filled his ears.
Two streams of Sword Qi slashed toward him at once!
Song Yan and Yue Ting had already joined forces to strike again.
Two kinds of Sword Intent: Avīci Prison and Awakening of Insects.
One savage, the other crisp and clear.
At that very moment, both struck Dugu Yin's protective Sword Qi.
Boom!
That protective Sword Qi finally shattered with a crash.
The instant it dissipated, he was left entirely defenseless.
Just then.
A figure appeared soundlessly behind him.
No one saw how Dugu Zhang had moved.
It seemed he had been standing there all along.
The Horizontal Saber in Dugu Zhang's hand was now covered in black light.
That black light differed from Sword Qi, dark and heavy, thick with Sha Qi.
The might of this slash made even Song Yan and Yue Ting, watching from afar, feel alarmed.
Where the saber's light passed.
Surging Spiritual Qi condensed into a black line.
Every sound across the battlefield was stripped away in that instant.
The wind stilled and the waves