Sword Intent

As Ling Tian continued on his journey, the narrow mountain pass gave way to a dense forest, its ancient trees towering high above.

The path was winding and treacherous, but Ling Tian's keen senses and formidable skills allowed him to navigate it with ease.

As he ventured deeper into the forest, he felt a dark, malevolent energy ahead—a demonic cultivator.

He stepped into a clearing and was confronted by a figure cloaked in black, his eyes glowing with a sinister red hue.

The air around him crackled with malevolent energy. Ling Tian recognized the cultivator's aura; he was a 7th level Foundation Establishment realm demonic cultivator, a formidable opponent for most cultivators in this area.

The demonic cultivator sneered, his voice dripping with contempt and malice. "Well, well, what do we have here? Another lamb to the slaughter."

Ling Tian assessed his opponent quickly, noting the sharp, almost tangible aura of sword intent surrounding him.