Moyang studied the scroll carefully. Before long, beads of sweat had formed on his forehead. The characters on the scroll, which had appeared sloppy and chaotic, now seemed to transform into streaks of sword qi cutting through the air. An invisible, razor-sharp aura permeated the space.
"Drive it with true qi, condense that formless sword intent, and unleash it with an indomitable will—only then can the sword qi reveal its true edge. Only then can it possess the power to shatter anything; if a demon stands in the way, destroy it; if a god stands in the way, slaughter it... Is this the true essence of this sword technique?" Moyang whispered to himself.
Since Sixth Senior Sister had handed him this sword technique, he had spent a great deal of time studying and practicing it, but he had always only managed to master its form, leaving the actual execution as useless as a chicken rib.
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