The great river flows east.
The might of this sword strike was comparable to a blow from a Spirit Realm Master, possessing an unstoppable force.
Ten years to sharpen a sword, its edge revealed in a single moment.
With this single strike, Chu Bai's position as the Sword King should have remained unshakable.
Unfortunately for him, he had met Ning Jiang.
Before a Venerable, this seemingly irresistible strike was unable to achieve its purpose.
The three-hundred-zhang-long cyan Sword Aura crumbled inch by inch, dissipating in all directions.
"I have lost."
Chu Bai sighed. His strongest strike had still been defeated by Ning Jiang. He was utterly and willingly convinced of his loss.
"That was a satisfying battle. But that last strike of yours... was that Sword Intent?"
Sword Intent. He had only ever heard of such a thing, never seen it. But from the way a hundred swords had hummed in unison when Ning Jiang struck, it greatly resembled the legendary Sword Intent.
