How dare this fleeting feeling of fear rise in a true sword cultivator's chest?
It had to be addressed in the most violent way possible in order to keep his Sword Mind and Sword Momentum from being affected in the long run.
Varesh could never have imagined that a native cultivator would make him confront his own mortal limits.
It had struck at his pride as a true sword cultivator.
For someone like Varesh, that humiliation was more difficult to tolerate than the wound itself. This was because it affected his sword cultivation path.
For his sword cultivation path to be grand and unstoppable, he needed to be the very best among his peers. Only then could he have a fate with the Nascent Soul of the sword cultivation realm.
Thinking like this, his Sword Intent surged like an enraged beast. He was preparing to unleash all his anger through his sword.
Meanwhile—
Aksai was already thinking about his next move.
Damn it. Even after doing everything right, I still missed.
