Ji Juechen was only a Soul Emperor now, yet he made a surprising request.
"Please let me experience your sword intent. I would be immensely grateful."
"Ji Juechen, what are you saying? Apologize quickly. This blockhead is a Sword Fanatic, so please do not take offense, my lords."
Jing Ziyan understood that neither she nor Ji Juechen could afford to provoke anyone here.
Yet Ji Juechen did not apologize as Jing Ziyan had told him to. Instead, he looked at Lan Hong, and his own sword intent surged as well.
What was too rigid was easily broken, but Lan Hong still admired Ji Juechen's devotion to the sword.
"Since he wants to experience your sword intent, then satisfy him. Just don't disgrace me.
"If your sword intent cannot even surpass his, I'll be disappointed."
"I won't disappoint Teacher. Since you want to experience our sword intent, you should also be prepared to bear all the consequences."
Zhu Zhuqing stepped forward, and her sword intent instantly rose to its peak. Strange, elusive, and yet razor-sharp, it completely enveloped Ji Juechen.
The sword intent alone forced Ji Juechen to one knee, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
However, Ji Juechen did not give up. He gripped the iron-bar sword in his hand and held on bitterly, his powerful will keeping him from passing out.
Under the impact of Zhu Zhuqing's sword intent, Ji Juechen's sword intent not only did not dissipate, but continued to condense.
"No wonder Teacher took notice of you. Your sword intent truly cannot be underestimated. But the gap in strength between us means you are merely making a firefly compete with the moon."
Ji Juechen's sword intent was condensing, but his body could not withstand Zhu Zhuqing's sword intent. Wounds like slashes from sharp blades appeared