The raging Sword Qi surged forward, like a host of True Dragon swords pouncing on Zhou Jian.
The sheer momentum made his blood boil and his soul tremble.
"What powerful Sword Momentum!" Zhou Jian's eyes showed his surprise as he muttered, "What kind of Sword Intent has Pill Master Ling Fei comprehended?"
In his astonishment, Zhou Jian flicked his wrist. The Long Sword quivered and stabbed into the Void, piercing toward the raging True Dragon Sword Qi in front of him.
Only then did he manage to shatter the True Dragon Sword Qi before leaping back in retreat.
At this moment, Ling Fei, on the other side, was still immersed in his epiphany.
'That's it. Thoughts must follow the heart. My True Dragon Mystical Technique and Cold Dao Mystical can both follow my heart's will. Only then can it be a true sword. Mystical, body, and heart united as one—only then can I unleash a peerless strike.' Ling Fei's mind grew clearer and brighter, and the Sword Momentum around him soared.
