One fragment of Saber Momentum after another was born, razor-sharp, sending violent ripples surging across his Sea of Consciousness.
The third.
The fourth.
Until the fifth fragment condensed, the gray mist mass condensed by the Myriad Phenomena Concentration Divine Technique faintly took on the shape of an ancient, simple Long Saber—only for everything to come to an abrupt halt in the very next breath.
Su Mu let out a quiet sigh in his heart, the dark shadows in his deep eyes fading away one by one; this time he had only managed to copy about half of it. A complete Saber Momentum belonging to Guo Zhen would need roughly ten such fragments.
Still, Su Mu did not feel it was a pity; there would be more chances later.
On the stage, a flash of pride crossed the slightly pale face of Song Jingyuan. He could feel more than half of the Spiritual Qi in his body had been consumed, but before his Spiritual Qi ran dry, Guo Zhen had already fallen first.
"I concede this bout…"
