The golden longsword pierced the sky, a fierce sword intent soaring upwards, aiming to pierce through the nine layers of the palace and sever the heavenly palaces.
"Such strong sword intent!"
Ying Yue's pupils shrank, a solemn expression surfacing on his face.
Sword intent is the realm of sword understanding that a swordsman can inspire when cultivated to a certain level, comprehending the forces of heaven and earth.
It was both the momentum of the sword and that of heaven and earth.
It could be said that sword intent had transcended ordinary physical and energy attacks, touching upon the level of rules, its power naturally incomparable to ordinary attacks.
"I understand now, Liusheng Madan's talk of an 'Innate Sword Bone' was no empty claim. Well, to be precise, it should be called an 'Innate Sword Spirit Physique'!"
Ying Yue's gaze flickered as he carefully examined Miyamoto Mito's body, secretly shocked in his heart.