"I understand. Unless it's truly a matter of life and death, I won't use it." Han Yan said.
Even with a Swordsmanship as powerful as Star Falling in Eight Desolates, she could still control her power when she struck; being wounded by her hands didn't necessarily mean only one road—to death. But this freshly comprehended Sword Dao was different: not only was its power immense, the Destruction within it was even more terrifying. Let alone losing to that sword—if one's strength was insufficient, even being caught in the aftermath could cost them their life.
The patch of withered trees and flowers in the backyard was the best example. One had to know that the Heaven and Earth Power of the Holy Court was already dense and pure, and Holy Sword Peak even more so. Those great trees likely had ages of several thousand to ten thousand years, their vitality exceptionally tenacious. The strange herb and Exotic Grass were the same, yet all of them had withered under this Sword Intent.
