Meanwhile, Li Yun's eyes remained calm, his sword strokes growing sharper with each clash.
'So this is the weight of the high grade mortal rank sword art… yet it only deepens my path.'
The Crimson Sun Flame Sword Art surged through him at the True Meaning stage, every swing of his blade steeped in profound comprehension.
He realized he no longer needed to rely on the three distinct moves of the art. His mastery had surpassed that level. Now, even the most ordinary slash of his sword carried the same devastating weight as those so-called finishing moves.
With every block, with every strike, his understanding grew deeper. His path with the sword grew clearer.
"Nine Burning Suns Sword Art, Fourth Sun!"
Li Xian bellowed, his sword igniting once more. The blazing phantom of a fourth sun descended, the heat distorting the air, the flames roaring as if they could consume heaven and earth. The strike carried a terrifying pressure, enough to make the ground quake.
