"Boom!"
A powerful and vast aura, brimming with intensity, suddenly erupted from within the carriage.
"Sword Intent!"
She felt an attack that seemed to want to cleave everything apart with its fierce and bold presence.
Luo Qingtong's pupils contracted slightly.
It was an assault of Sword Intent.
Sword Intent refers to the ultimate state of a martial artist's cultivation; a fusion of the individual with the swordsmanship they practice, 'I contain the sword, and the sword contains me!'
In such a state, their every move, even the slightest thought, carries with it an overwhelming and sharp Sword Qi, comparable to the might of a Martial Emperor Realm expert, one who has achieved Unity of Heaven and Man.
Could the person sitting inside the carriage actually be such a figure? Could she have accidentally stumbled upon the carriage of the Yanyue Family Head?
But this carriage clearly wasn't the Family Head's, and Luo Qingtong was certainly able to recognize this much.
