The rain once again fell over the scorched earth, and the figure of Bai Fen, standing with sword in hand, gradually became clear again.
He slowly stepped out from the curtain of rain.
The black-clad man's sword still burned with blazing flames. The entire blade glowed red like a heated branding iron. Raindrops that landed on it sizzled as they evaporated instantly, rising into wisps of white steam.
Bai Fen's pupils contracted. He too had clearly sensed the youth opposite him experience a sudden surge in cultivation.
And his senses were even sharper than Shen Meinan's.
The moment they had exchanged blows, Bai Fen could distinctly perceive that Chen Kuang's cultivation was merely at the Innate Origin Force level.
As a cultivator of the Middle Third Grade, already close to the threshold of the Master Realm, there was no way he could have misjudged the cultivation of an opponent he'd personally engaged in combat with.
If that were possible, then all the years of his renowned reputation might as well be fed to the dogs.
What's more, he was a battle maniac.
He had gone through hundreds of fights, if not more, and had far more combat experience than the average person. Whether a foe was injured, concealed, or at full strength, he only needed a glance to see through it all.
That was exactly why he couldn't understand it.
Just a moment ago, Chen Kuang was clearly only at the Origin Force stage of the Innate Realm, maybe having just broken through recently, judging by the instability and faintness of his aura.
But in the next instant, his body, which had sustained enough fatal injuries to die ten times over, healed rapidly, and then, with no warning, he ascended a whole minor realm!
Bai Fen had seen many geniuses in this world. He had fought many of them, killed many of them, and even lost to a few.
He himself was a genius.
That was precisely why he understood what a true peerless prodigy should look like.
Geniuses might defy logic, but they never broke the fundamental laws.
Take Shen Xingzhu for example, her cultivation speed was terrifying, even to the point of sounding fictional when spoken aloud, but it was still a process achieved through step-by-step cultivation.
There were clear records: how old she was when she reached a certain realm, how long she cultivated, and when she broke through to her next stage.
All of it was traceable.
But what he was seeing now was something Bai Fen had never witnessed before.
Could someone's realm just... appear out of thin air?
In his understanding, that was impossible.
He had seen instances of sudden breakthroughs mid-battle, but those were all cases where the person had already been standing at the edge of the next realm, only a breath away.
Then, driven by combat stress or some internal revelation, they surged forward.
However, more often than not, those who attempted to break through mid-fight ended up dead...
Because breakthroughs, especially at higher levels, were incredibly dangerous.
At low stages, perhaps not so much, but at high levels, if your foundation was unstable or if Spiritual Energy was mistakenly channeled, the best-case scenario was a lingering internal injury.
And in the worst case, it was instant death.
That was the "Heavenly Tribulation" of cultivation.
And doing it mid-battle? The sudden instability could cause qi deviation, exposing a fatal opening to one's enemy.
But Chen Kuang was entirely different.
In Bai Fen's perception, he had cleanly and decisively jumped from Origin Force to Unified Force.
All in the blink of an eye!
That completely defied all logic.
The only plausible explanation Bai Fen could think of was that someone had poured power into him, like an elder's clone or another consciousness forcibly taking over.
But that wasn't even the most unsettling thing.
Bai Fen turned his head slightly to look at his own arm.
Under the black fabric of his robe, blood was seeping through. If he peeled it back, he would see the skin scorched black, as though it had been seared by extreme heat.
And not just his arm, he now had similar wounds scattered all across his body.
Fresh, blistering pain loudly announced its presence.
These kinds of wounds, he was all too familiar with them..
But usually, he was the one inflicting them.
He had just used the first stance of the Fentian Sword, Heaven-Devouring Flame.
A technique that had helped him kill countless enemies... now it had wounded him.
Bai Fen thought back to what had just occurred.
The moment he sent Chen Kuang flying, his Spiritual Energy surged forth, transforming into a firestorm that devoured all life within its reach.
In that instant, Chen Kuang's life was like a flickering candle in a storm.
Just a single breath would have extinguished it, reducing him to ash.
But that frail ember of life continued to flicker within the sea of fire, as if some invisible force was maintaining a delicate balance, keeping him alive.
Bai Fen had found it strange, but not enough to matter.
He had seen too many life-saving tricks. As long as his own strength was overwhelming, no matter what kind of force it was, it would be forced to kneel.
That little flame would inevitably be snuffed out.
So he poured more Spiritual Energy into the Heaven-Devouring Flame, intensifying its power even more.
That was when he was suddenly wracked with searing pain in his arm, and then across his whole body!
Immediately sensing something was wrong, his instincts screamed at him,if he continued channeling power into the Fentian Sword, these wounds would grow deeper and worse.
In that moment of clarity, it felt as if the Heaven-Devouring Flame had turned into a giant serpent, opening its maw to swallow him whole.
The wounds had appeared out of nowhere, invisible and untraceable, but he knew, they were caused by the very power he himself wielded.
This power, which should have been entirely under his control, now felt like it was turning on him. That unnatural sensation filled Bai Fen with a rare spark of fear.
He was certain, this was Chen Kuang's doing.
Such an eerie and elusive trick!
Was it the curse power of the southern barbarian Blood Affliction Sect? Or some kind of yin-yang manipulation spell?
Bai Fen was alarmed now and finally began to take Chen Kuang seriously.
He hadn't underestimated him, his self-introduction was proof he had acknowledged Chen Kuang as a worthy opponent.
That was his custom whenever facing a strong foe.
But that was all it was.
He had used enough power to utterly crush Chen Kuang, but it wasn't his full strength.
Now, his gaze narrowed. The fighting intent that had lain dormant in his eyes began to finally stir.
"To make the Martial Saint Pavilion send three Moon-Embracing Realm cultivators after you... you truly are qualified. But if this is all you've got, I'm afraid it won't be enough to keep you alive under my sword."
These little tricks, in his eyes, were just crooked side-paths. Once their weaknesses were found, they could be shattered by sheer force.
Boom!
He stopped holding back. The sword in his hand twisted, and his aura surged explosively. The rubble and debris around him were instantly pulverized into dust.
The pressure surged..
Chen Kuang stood face to face with a Moon-Embracing Realm expert, one wielding true killing intent, at a massive disparity in strength.
His scalp tingled, skin taut and bones creaking as if they might splinter under the weight of that pressure.
And that was no illusion.
Without the many passive abilities bolstering his body, he really might have been crushed by the oppressive aura alone, his muscles and skin bursting, even his legs were fracturing, forcing him to his knees.
This was exactly like when Huo Hengxuan had glanced at him once and nearly killed him. A real, physical manifestation of the difference in cultivation.
The kind of overbearing dominance that could make a person collapse just from standing nearby.
Chen Kuang still had the audacity to joke with himself.
He focused on the surging Spiritual Energy coursing through his body and took a deep breath.
At this moment, all his Spiritual Energy had unified into a single current.
What was once a tidal swell had become a raging river, all transformed into a condensed, mixed essence. Once unleashed, it would be like a broken dam, unstoppable.
If the Origin Force stage was a qualitative change from nothing to something, then Unified Force was a quantitative transformation, from one to two.
Right now, the amount of Spiritual Energy in his body could sustain him through two full-powered uses of his quintuple-force technique, "White Lotus Rebirth," without pushing him to death from exhaustion.
This let him realize just how different he was from ordinary cultivators at the Innate level.
Back when he relied on the "Carefree Wine" to forcefully reach a pseudo-Innate level, even one use of White Lotus Rebirth had been his limit.
Now, that meant his current Spiritual Energy reserve was at least double that of a normal Innate cultivator.
The superiority of the Mud-Forged Gold Body Technique was self-evident.
He certainly wouldn't waste the gift Huo Hengxuan had given him.
Chen Kuang lowered his eyes and smiled slightly.
"Really? I don't believe it."
He raised his hands, one above and one below, forming a seal in front of his chest.
The white lotus mark appeared on his forehead, and around his body a phantom lotus slowly manifested, its sixth petal beginning to unfold.
Descent from Tusita Heaven... Sixth Force Level!
Borrowing the destructive might of the Heaven-Devouring Flame just now, Chen Kuang had not only undergone a destruction and rebirth, but had also used the pressure to further compress the force of Descent from Tusita Heaven, reaching an entirely new stage.
Six-layer force!
And yet, Chen Kuang could feel, this still wasn't the limit of Descent from Tusita Heaven.
He couldn't help but wonder: just how many layers could this technique ultimately reach?
If he could stack it to its full extent, the destructive power might be utterly terrifying.
But... that was something to consider only if he survived first.
Just as Chen Kuang assumed the seal posture for Twin Dragons Bathe the Buddha, Bai Fen had already vanished in an instant, appearing right in front of him.
The longsword in his hand twisted, its blade now sheathed in a thin layer of pitch-black flame.
But that thin layer of black flame carried a danger far more acute and terrifying than the previous torrents of fire.
Just looking at it caused a burning sting in the pupils.
If an ordinary mortal were to witness such a sight, they would probably spontaneously combust on the spot, turning into a human torch.
Before Chen Kuang could even react, that Fentian Sword had already pierced through his chest.
A single strike, clean and decisive.
Bai Fen's face was right before him, his indifferent gaze as cold as if staring at a lifeless object.
He said in a slow, measured tone:
"There are some things that can't be changed just because you choose to believe in them. Looks like you played a few idiots with some petty tricks and started developing illusions you never should have had."
"Now then, allow me to show you what this world truly looks like."
He placed his hand on the sword hilt and gave it a sudden twist. The young man's heart was instantly shredded, the pitch-black flames latching onto his body, erupting outward from within, reducing his entire figure to ashes.
But then, Bai Fen's eyes suddenly narrowed.
Something was wrong.
The flames erupted outward, but no blood followed.
Chen Kuang's body fragmented within the flames, piece by piece, as if made of paper, drifting apart in the rain and wind... gradually vanishing.
"What... an illusion?!"
Bai Fen's pupils contracted. A chill swept through his heart. By the time he realized it, the "Chen Kuang" before him had already lost all signs of reality, dissolving into nothing more than a hollow shell.
"I'm saying... isn't there a possibility,"
Chen Kuang's voice rang out, "that the one who's had illusions all along, was you, Senior?"
Bai Fen jerked his head up, and saw the real Chen Kuang smiling faintly at him, standing in the wake of the dissipating illusion.
The tip of the Fentian Sword now hovered just an inch away from him.
Yet in front of Bai Fen, there was only emptiness.
[Bullet Time: When receiving a fatal injury, the world appears to pause for one second from your perspective.]
[Mirror Flower: When your speed exceeds 500 meters per second, you leave behind an illusion strong enough to deceive the enemy.]
Just moments ago, relying on these two passive abilities, Chen Kuang had retreated at his maximum speed, leaving behind a Mirror Flower illusion.
That's right, he had never intended to take Bai Fen's attack head-on.
Just a second before Bai Fen struck, Blood Premonition had already warned him, and he had immediately withdrawn while simultaneously completing the seal for Twin Dragons Bathe the Buddha.
It must be noted that Bullet Time seems strong, nearly broken, but in reality, it doesn't actually halt time. It merely makes the world appear to freeze from Chen Kuang's point of view.
In other words, it affects only his subjective perception, accelerating his thoughts. It does not alter objective time.
Thus, even within that "one second," he could only do what he was physically capable of doing.
If he hoped to squeeze an extra second out of it, sorry but that was impossible.
Fortunately, forming the hand seal didn't take long.
The illusion had bought him enough time.
Twin Dragons Bathe the Buddha, seal complete!
Chen Kuang suddenly thrust his hands forward. The Spiritual Energy in his entire body, combined with the six-fold force, erupted like a volcano, overwhelming and boundless, surging like a dam break without an end!
Faintly, two dragon-shaped phantoms appeared above his twin palms. They spiraled around each other before stretching their long bodies forward, opening their mouths wide and letting out a thunderous roar, spitting out two jets of water.
Those twin jets of water were in fact two violently ferocious streams of force, adding yet another explosive burst to this strike.
A flash of understanding stirred in Chen Kuang's heart, this was the true form of Twin Dragons Bathe the Buddha.
While unleashing the strike, the "two dragons" would lend him their aid.
Previously, due to his lacking cultivation and incomplete understanding of the technique, what he had executed were merely weakened, truncated versions...
Now, he could vaguely sense that this six-fold Twin Dragons Bathe the Buddha already carried about one-third the power of what he had used in his fight against Li Hongling.
That may sound like little, but bear in mind, back then he had been at the Moon-Embracing Realm, and that single strike had nearly crippled Li Hongling.
Rumble!
As the strike blasted forward, the scorched earth and rainwater were driven back. Dust and debris flew. Water surged violently, radiating outward in the shape of a lotus blossom.
Even Bai Fen's expression grew uncharacteristically serious.
He rapidly retracted the Fentian Sword as the pitch-black flames reversed course, flowing back to guard in front of him.
But even so, within that overwhelming burst of force, the dark flames flickered unsteadily.
Bai Fen's face changed as he immediately summoned the Heaven-Devouring Flame again.
The flames erupted, surging with the wind into a towering fire wall. The two forces collided, grinding against each other, swallowing Bai Fen's figure in the center.
Chen Kuang didn't escape unscathed either. Struck by the residual flames, his skin was once again scorched as the impact flung him backward several hundred meters, tumbling across the ground before finally coming to a halt.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
He didn't know how many bones had fractured in his body. Barely able to prop himself up on one knee, he coughed several times, tasting blood as his vision blurred with a crimson haze.
Reaching up, he found that his right eye had been burned away at some point, the place was left sunken and hollow.
But soon, an itching sensation spread across his entire body.
It was new flesh and tissue crawling across his bones.
It regenerated quickly, he could almost hear the subtle squirming sounds as his body repaired itself.
A second later, his body was already fully restored.
Chen Kuang had maintained Descent from Tusita Heaven the entire time. The invisible force it exerted washed away all blood and grime, keeping him pristine and immaculate.
"You're strong. Far stronger than any genius I've ever encountered."
Bai Fen had appeared nearby at some unknown point.
His black clothes were in tatters, blood dripping steadily from his frame. His face had gone pale.
His expression was heavier than ever before.
"Given time... you'll become an even more terrifying enemy than Shen Xingzhu."
"Which is why, today, you must die. You must die by my sword."
He repeated the sentence, but his tone had completely changed.
In his eyes now, Chen Kuang was no longer a mere prodigy with potential, but a true rival. A present threat capable of standing on equal ground and possibly surpassing him.
Bai Fen was finally serious.
The pressure that followed slammed down on Chen Kuang like Mount Tai, locking his entire body in place. His blood seemed to congeal in his veins. He found that, he couldn't move even a single muscle!
So this... was the true power of the Moon-Embracing Realm.
He had experienced a similar suppression once before, in the illusion, under Di Wu's pursuit.
All Chen Kuang could do was stare helplessly as Bai Fen approached, raised his sword, and swung a horizontal slash, cutting cleanly across his throat.
Schhhk!
A bloody line opened up across Chen Kuang's neck. Blood sprayed out, but stopped almost immediately.
However..
Bai Fen on the opposite side suddenly clutched his own neck. His previously calm expression contorted into an astonishing display of shock.
"What?!"
Because, at the exact moment he severed Chen Kuang's throat, a wound appeared in the exact same place on his own neck!
The difference being, his neck hadn't been completely cut through, only sliced halfway.
Yet even that partial wound was enough to shake Bai Fen to his core. Staggering back two or three steps in shock, his face was overtaken by disbelief.
He immediately circulated his qi to treat the injury, swallowing two healing pills before the wound began to close.
Even so, the fear clearly remained.
Cold sweat broke out on Bai Fen's forehead. His brow furrowed tightly as he looked toward Chen Kuang, his expression flickering with uncertainty.
That trick again?! How is this possible?!
Just moments ago, he had already confirmed, there were no traces of spatial techniques or mystical formations in the surroundings, nor was there any aura of a Southern Curse from Chen Kuang's body.
Besides, those previous anomalies hadn't repeated, which had led him to believe it was merely a one-time life-saving method.
But now, it had happened again...
Why was it that every time, it was his own strength that turned against him?
This should not be something someone at the Innate Realm could do. Even a mid-tier third-grade cultivator shouldn't be able to!
Unless... this man was being protected by a false saint, or even a True Saint?!
Chen Kuang raised his head, also noticing the wound on Bai Fen's neck. He grinned widely, and for once, his cold eyes carried a trace of true madness.
"Since Senior is so determined to kill me... then why don't we place a wager?"
"Let's bet," the young man tilted his head slightly, his voice quiet, "on who dies first, me, or..."
"You killing yourself?"
Because Bai Fen had ceased unleashing his oppressive aura, Chen Kuang could move again. He took a single step forward.
And Bai Fen, involuntarily, stepped back.
With that step forward, Chen Kuang's aura once again surged violently, from his previous Innate level, he broke through directly into the Pseudo Force Realm!
Bai Fen's eyes flew open wide. Decades of cultivation knowledge and understanding were completely shaken in an instant.
This wasn't logical. There was no way, how could something like this happen again and again and again?!
Bai Fen reflexively swallowed, his throat painfully dry, as if the gash on his neck still hadn't closed.
What the hell is this thing?!
He'd already realized that Chen Kuang's wounds healed rapidly. But what he hadn't expected, was that even a fatal injury could be completely restored in the blink of an eye.
And what was even more terrifying was, it seemed that each time Chen Kuang was "killed," he broke through a realm.
Cold sweat crept down Bai Fen's back.
If that were true, didn't that mean this man could never be killed, and would only grow stronger?
At that moment, a silent sliver of fear crept into Bai Fen's heart.
It wasn't fear from strength, but from incomprehension.
None of this made any sense. Chen Kuang's very existence felt like a monster that should not exist.
Impossible. This had to be another illusion!
Just another hallucination!
He'd find a way to break it. If he couldn't kill this man normally, then he'd crush him. Pulverize every last bit of flesh and bone until nothing remained!
There was no way someone like that could survive!
Bai Fen's foot pressed down. A trace of madness entered his eyes as he looked at Chen Kuang.
"Fine! Then let's bet!"
"Today, I will kill you!"
His figure vanished again. The longsword in his hand wrapped in blazing flame as he barreled toward Chen Kuang.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!...
Chen Kuang was instantly carried away. Bai Fen drove the sword into his chest, dragging him along as blazing fire scorched the ground. It was as if he was trying to grind him into minced meat.
It felt like being crushed beneath a freight train, or trampled by a hundred elephants.
All of Chen Kuang's Spiritual Energy was forced into his bones and flesh under the grinding pressure. He closed his eyes, and a soft, moon-white kasaya shimmered around his form, wrapping around his chest and limbs.
The Fourth Aspect: Moon-Clad Kasaya.
Bai Fen had indeed found a clever solution.
Chen Kuang's healing worked only so long as his body remained intact.
If he lost limbs, he couldn't regenerate them from nothing.
When being hunted by Di Wu in the illusion, he had lost an arm, and it hadn't grown back.
Now, Bai Fen seemed fully committed. His own body began to mirror Chen Kuang's injuries, his face quickly lost a layer of skin, revealing raw muscle soaked in blood.
And across his body, the same thing happened again and again.
Under this suppression, Chen Kuang once again approached the brink of death.
But this time, the "extra second" he had... only prolonged his physical agony.
It hurt, more than any pain he had endured before.
In the haze of suffering, a thought flitted through his mind.
Why was he living like this, in such pain?
It was a question that should have had no easy answer.
Yet the answer surfaced, clear and immediate:
He didn't live in pain, he pursued it.
Like an eagle chasing a rabbit, it was instinct.
In that prison, on the battlefield, before his would-be killers...
Within these deadly struggles, he had found that flickering moment between life and death, the quickening of the heart, the rush of blood, a kind of ecstasy.
"...Heh..."
Bai Fen thought he'd misheard. But when he lowered his head, he froze.
Chen Kuang's face was already nearly unrecognizable, but there was no doubt about it:
He was smiling.
A bright, radiant, genuine smile.
This might be one of the only true smiles Chen Kuang had ever worn.
But in that instant, it made Bai Fen's heart skip a beat.
He might be a battle maniac, yes, but he only loved the thrill of victory, not the fight itself.
Back when he stopped issuing challenges, part of it was because of his age, but part was because he knew, he could no longer beat the one ahead of him.
So he stopped.
He didn't fight for pleasure. After becoming Sect Master of the Firebrand Sect, he had rarely drawn his sword again.
But Chen Kuang... this bastard... was like a true madman.
And just now, he'd actually made Bai Fen retreat several steps in fear.
Thinking of that now, Bai Fen flushed with humiliation. His face contorted, ashamed of himself.
And now Chen Kuang was smiling, as if mocking him.
"What are you laughing at?!"
Bai Fen's face twisted, gnashing his teeth.
"What the hell are you laughing at?!"
Chen Kuang, drenched in blood, looked up and chuckled hoarsely:
"So this is... enlightenment, huh?"
Enlightenment?
Bai Fen blinked, an ominous feeling rising in his chest.
Chen Kuang suddenly raised his hand, and grasped the sword impaling him.
In the heart, there is self. That is the Dao.
Today, he had realized who he was. He had seen through his heart.
And that, was his enlightenment.
"I ask you," Chen Kuang said, "have you ever seen the Supreme Bodhi?"
Bai Fen jolted.
Of course he knew what that was, the term that Buddhist cultivators always talked about. It represented the highest wisdom, the ultimate enlightenment realized by the Buddha.
But why was Chen Kuang asking that?
Did he mean... he had enlightened to Supreme Bodhi?
Bai Fen's forehead twitched. No, impossible... right?
But then Chen Kuang said:
"I haven't seen it either."
Bai Fen exhaled sharply in relief. But then, he froze. Had this bastard just messed with him?!
Fury twisted his face. He raised his sword again, ready to hack Chen Kuang to pieces.
Only to realize..
His sword wouldn't move!
Chen Kuang gripped it tightly.
But it wasn't just his hand stopping it.
The sword was embedded in his chest, and his chest had locked it in place.
Chen Kuang followed Bai Fen's gaze and looked down at his own chest as he grinned again.
"But I saw the Vajra Seat beneath the Buddha."
Legend said that when the Buddha sat beneath the Bodhi tree, he laid sacred grass upon the Vajra Seat, faced the east, and vowed:
If I do not attain Supreme Bodhi, then let this body be shattered, I shall not rise from this seat!
He then meditated for forty-nine days, overcoming all inner and outer demonic distractions, until he achieved enlightenment.
Ordinary people could never comprehend Supreme Bodhi.
But the creator of the Mud-Forged Gold Body Technique had realized the Buddha's unyielding resolve in that moment.
And from it, created the Fifth Aspect:
Vajra Bodhi.
This aspect was not the Buddha's Dao but the seat and tree that stood firm with him for 49 days.
Even if the Buddha's body shattered, the Vajra Seat did not. The Bodhi Tree did not.
Thus, Vajra Bodhi means:
"Neither shattered nor extinguished."
Of course, with Chen Kuang's current cultivation, he could not fully attain this aspect.
In theory, it should have been impossible.
But the one second he had just experienced, when he faced total destruction, both inside and out, happened to meet the conditions of both inner and outer demonic obstacles.
In that moment of clarity, Vajra Bodhi manifested within him.
It lasted only an instant.
Had he failed to grasp it, it would have vanished forever.
But he caught it.
And so, the Vajra Bodhi Aspect lingered, if only briefly, making his body and mind indestructible!
Chen Kuang pressed two fingers against the Fentian Sword. The rest of his hand curled into a shape, ready to strike.
He smiled toward Bai Fen:
"Let me play you a tune, General Draws His Bow at Night."
"As a court musician, my performances are usually quite expensive..."
"But today, I'm not charging any coin. Just one price: your life."
He flicked the sword with his fingers.
Twang-
Faintly, Bai Fen heard the clear tone of a zither string.
Where had the sound come from?
Chen Kuang's zither had been set aside earlier...
He hesitated for a split second.
Chen Kuang flicked the sword again.
Twang-
Clang... Crack!
A fracture appeared across the Fentian Sword, it couldn't withstand the force!
Was he... playing music using the Fentian Sword?!
No, no more.. This had to stop!
Bai Fen finally snapped out of his daze. He clenched the sword, trying to yank it free.
But just as he moved-
Agony tore through his body like a tsunami!
"Gah!"
His eyes went wide. His insides were collapsing. His internal organs had somehow, all at once, ruptured.
The tune Chen Kuang had just played came from the Sacred Score of the Music Saint, a piece he jokingly referred to as:
"The Stars."
This piece quieted the winds, sheathed the feathers, and loosed the bow of death.
Striking in the depths of night, it stole away life in a flash.
Its power struck from the shadows, unseen and unheard, rending a person's innards before they could react.
The moment you heard the music, you were already dead.
Of course, even as a sacred piece, it shouldn't have been this strong, not enough to shatter the innards of a Moon-Embracing Realm cultivator.
What made the difference... was the sword in Chen Kuang's mind.
That ancient blade, passed on by Huo Hengxuan with the Song of Weed-Cutting, had remained quietly in Chen Kuang's mental sea ever since.
It only flickered faintly red when he killed.
Now, it was soaked in blood-red light, emitting a fearsome, oppressive killing intent.