The sharpness of Sword Silk was the pinnacle of the Sword Dao. Some Sword Cultivators, after mastering the technique of Refining Sword into Silk, became so obsessed with this path that they stopped pursuing any other aspect of Swordsmanship.
When facing an enemy, they often needed only to release their Sword Qi to slice their foe in two, rendering all other forms of Swordsmanship completely unnecessary.
The Five Elements Sword Threads crisscrossed, wrapping Xiang Dingtian completely, like a spindle weaving a cocoon.
Feng Sun watched the Sword Threads, as dense as clouds or fine gauze, and for a moment imagined himself in Xiang Dingtian's place. The hair on his arms stood on end.
'I can't believe even someone like Xiang Dingtian fell for it.'
He had grown to fear the so-called Mingfei Joyful Method immensely.
'With Fellow Daoist Yang's Swordsmanship, Xiang Dingtian must have been minced by now.'
