Qiu Yuye took a deep breath. Regardless of whether all of this was real or not, the overwhelming killing intent emanating from Jian San was undoubtedly genuine.
He was certain that if he made even the slightest mistake, the illusion could become reality.
After all, killing and being killed within an illusion were nothing new.
Moreover, at this moment, a strong sense of battle surged in Qiu Yuye's heart.
Last time, after battling Jian San for ten days and ten nights, he narrowly lost by a single move, resulting in blindness and a shattered sword heart.
Yet, due to his powerful Sword Dao Cultivation and his unyielding will, he did not collapse.
But ultimately, he was defeated, so the shame of that battle was something he would never forget.
Now, after a period of healing, Qiu Yuye's sword heart had fully recovered.
So when he had the chance to face Jian San again, he couldn't help but feel a burning battle intent once more.
Not for anything else, but to prove himself.
