This was the dread of true sword cultivators.
Their entire existence revolved around battle.
They specialized almost entirely in offensive techniques and rarely relied on defensive treasures. This was not because they were all arrogant, but because their offense was their greatest defense.
Moreover, sword cultivators tended to rely solely on their natal swords for both attack and defense. Cultivating another treasure was akin to muddying their pristine sword path.
The fog churned violently under the assault of the natal sword.
Countless formation runes surfaced throughout the mist before shattering one after another beneath the relentless barrage.
The attacks never paused even after the appearance of a small tear in the formation.
One sword strike flowed seamlessly into the next. The black flying sword danced across the sky with frightening precision.
Half a minute later—
Crack!
A deafening sound echoed across the sea.
