Yu Kong's voice sounded timely in Xu Ran's ear, carrying a rare trace of admiration.
"What he studied was not a specific swordsmanship, but the pure 'Slaughter Sword Intent.' Nourishing battle with battle, proving the Dao in slaughter. This third sword is the culmination of his life's will to slaughter."
Xu Ran remained silent.
He looked at the figure of the War General, still madly swinging his sword amid the endless onslaught of Celestial Demons, his heart filled with shock.
Three thousand years
Fighting alone
Slaying billions of enemies
What a terrifying will and power this is!
The blood-colored ominous sword represented not just slaughter, but a kind of indomitable, unyielding iron-blooded military soul!
Xu Ran's gaze fell on the giant sword continually wielded by the War General.
He began to try to understand, to perceive.
Perceive the determination contained within every strike.
Perceive the fury and roar contained within each kill.
