It was hard to tell how much time had passed. Sitting in the very center of the crowd, the young man in purple slowly opened his eyes. A sword intent so fierce it seemed capable of piercing everything in the world burst from his gaze.
"This sword intent is extraordinary. It can be integrated into secret techniques, or used to forge an entirely new path of swordsmanship! Its power is immense! The sword cultivators of the ancient era were truly formidable—even the residual sword intent left on their broken blades is this terrifying!" the young man murmured, filled with awe.
His name was Xu Zheng, the chief senior disciple of the Purple Yang Sword Sect and a top-tier prodigy in the art of the sword. He had begun studying the sword at the age of eight, and by ten, he was invincible among his peers. The sect had pinned high hopes on him, and he had certainly not disappointed. At a young age, he had already stepped firmly into the realm of true sword intent, leaving the other disciples of the Purple Yang Sword Sect far behind.
Chapter 845