The Sword Saint gripped the hilt of his sword tightly with both hands, and as a sweep of Sword Qi sliced through the air, a faint trace of Sword Qi parted the center of his brow. A single drop of vital blood slowly drifted out and ultimately merged into the blade.
His entire presence surged forth like a towering mountain crashing down, rushing straight toward the position where Ye Chen stood.
If the Sword Saint's strength had previously been at the level of a Demi-God, this baptism of power had brought him infinitely close to the true Divine Realm.
Chapter 167