In scene after scene, the aura of that Sword Cultivator grew ever more vast and profound. His already mountain-like frame grew even more imposing, as lofty and majestic as a pillar holding up the heavens.
Only then did his gaze shift from the Sword Light that filled the world to the man himself.
His features were stern and well-defined. His eyebrows were short and coarse, with a distinct break in one of them.
The hand gripping the sword was massive, its back covered in dark scales. An aura of boundless slaughter, maniacal brutality, and some other indiscernible power swirled around his entire being.
The aura around him grew increasingly complex and terrifying, until it settled into an ineffable, deathly silence.
'So this is the Cave Profound Godslaying Sword Scripture. Why doesn't it look like a Righteous Dao Cultivation Technique at all? And the one demonstrating it... he doesn't seem to be a Human Race Cultivator, does he?'
