The formless, intangible yet ferocious Sword Intent had already completely shrouded the entire Ice Hall, making this already tranquil and silent hall resemble a dead, motionless pool.
Jiang Dali and the others within this range were all holding their breath, fully Concentrating, utterly still; the clothes on their bodies seemed tightly sealed, clinging to their skin, unable to move in the slightest.
Only Wu Ming's eyes seemed to be spewing dazzling sword light, boring straight toward the Breaking Realm Pearl set in the hilt of the Great Strength Fire Qilin Saber opposite him. His fierce Sword Intent invaded the Breaking Realm Pearl, once again unfolding a century duel between god and saint—pitting "heart" against sword, using "eyes" to unleash moves.
No matter what Sword Move, no matter what Sword Intent, all are changes arising from the thoughts of the human heart.
