Huai Shi couldn't determine whether what he saw was reality or illusion.
Because for the Shangquan Sword Saint, reality or illusion no longer mattered; what truly mattered was that willpower that twisted phenomena.
He believed he was here, and thus he was here.
Everyone could see him.
If he believed he had drawn his sword, then everyone could see him drawing his sword.
If he believed that the enemy he slayed would die.
Then his enemy was already dead.
It was precisely this absolute confidence in himself that forged this incredible extreme interpretation.
Now, with the arrival of Shangquan, the originally low-spirited atmosphere of the dojo was instantly invigorated, and everyone's eyes became fervent.
Almost like the glow of faith!
It was the pinnacle that countless samurais worshipped day and night, something they longed to pursue, a sanctity in the human world.
