It was not simply a withdrawal of power, but an understanding of the essence of "division" and "unity", a highly commanding grasp of one's own Sword Dao will.
Time passed without awareness—perhaps a fleeting moment, or perhaps an eternity.
Xu Ping's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened wide.
In them was nothing but the clarity that pierced through the void and a will to sever all things.
"Slash!"
He let out a single word softly, holding the Canghua Wood Sword, not employing any known Sword Technique.
He simply followed the insight that had accumulated to its zenith, guided by the Heart Sword, and toward the void ahead, a simple yet infinitely profound slash descended.
Buzz!
In an instant, countless emerald green sword lights erupted from the sword's edge, like a sudden summer storm, dense and overwhelming the vision.
However, the moment this sword rain appeared, it did not scatter in all directions.
