Sword Heart Shows Its Might, Winning with Overwhelming Force

A swordsman would rather break than bend.

True sharpness lay not in the keenness of the blade, nor in the cleverness of the move, but in an unyielding will, an unbending heart.

This power could make the fallen rise again, could let the defeated cut out a strike that reversed heaven and earth.

So long as the heart had not bent, no one could make it submit.

Those proficient in sword intent repaid kindness and enmity as they pleased, pressed forward with courage, had already glimpsed the true essence of the sword path, and were worthy of being called heroes of a region.

Those who mastered sword force moved by observing heaven and earth, borrowed nothing from external things, and every blade of grass and every tree could become a sword; severing rivers and shattering mountains was as ordinary as breathing.

As for those who condensed a Sword Domain, not one existed among hundreds of millions. The person was the sword, the sword was the person; every lift of the hand and step of the foot became a sword art, matchless under heaven.

However, the Sword Heart Realm stood far beyond all three—it transcended matter, pointed straight at the spirit, and carried out its slaying on the level of the soul.

Once one comprehended this realm, so long as one did not fall midway, one was certain to become an emperor among swordsmen of a generation.

The white-robed swordsman before them was still so young, yet he had already touched the level of the sword heart. His peerless talent could only be described as terrifying beyond belief.

Ao Zhanlong stood alone in silence, sensing extreme danger, and no longer dared act rashly.

In that fierce battle just now, he had nearly poured out all his strength. Apart from