"Otherwise, if all that murderous intent really did converge on him, it's very likely he would suddenly find himself in the path of a flying sword that had gone out of control from someone battling in the distance; or his Spiritual Power, which ordinarily flowed smoothly, might abruptly run wild, among many other such situations."
Murderous intent transformed into swimming fish, diving into the many illusions woven by White Ink.
Seeing the murderous intent dispersed by White Ink, Xu Yuan didn't pay it too much attention.
If this technique was truly like the one in the White Tiger Inheritance Space, relying solely on the murderous intent between heaven and earth to sustain its operation,
then indeed, White Ink could be considered to have broken his move.
Unfortunately, all that murderous intent was merely an accessory to his sword strike.
"Hmph!"