The power of Sword Soul was the third realm of sword techniques. The number of swordsmen that could comprehend and use it were few and far between. Not only did it require extraordinary perception, it also needed critical opportunities. Even the ten great Sword Masters of the present world had the regret of not being able to comprehend the power of Sword Soul. This was a power that far exceeded the power of Sword Truth. Of course, it was also a power that rookies could not possess. Even Sword Immortal Li Taibai had only comprehended the power of Sword Truth at the age of thirty. He was the youngest person in history to comprehend it.
However, the Hero King had far surpassed that record. He had comprehended the power of Sword Soul at such a young age.
Even in a battle between world-class Sword Masters, the power of Sword Soul was a key factor that determined the outcome, much less a rookie at the Psionic Mortal Realm. The influence of the power of Sword Soul could be considered a bug. It was like a level ten character equipped with a level hundred weapon in a game. Against a bunch of monsters that were not even level ten, it was only natural for them to be instantly crushed.
Shi Xiaobai did not know much about the power of Sword Soul. He did not know its principles, nor did he know how it was born. However, the fear that came from deep within his soul and his intuition of danger that constantly sounded like an alarm was telling him a grim reality — he could not withstand that strike!
Even though he had experienced the immense power of that strike from afar, only when he was facing the sword's might did he truly realize how terrifying the power of that strike was. It took a lot of courage for Speechless to withstand that strike head-on.
The power of Sword Soul was a power that should not exist at this level!
However, it was not the time to panic or be afraid. He did not have the time to grumble over how the girl in front of him could grasp such invincible power at such a young age. There was only one question he needed to consider.
How was he to withstand that strike?
In the complicated maze of thoughts, there were thousands of dead ends. Was there a way out? Even if there was only one way out?
What could he use to withstand that strike?
"Boring thoughts."
The girl, who did not seem to be in a rush to end everything, mocked him with a deadpan expression, "In the period of time you are considering how to survive, I can already kill you countless times."
It's just that I can't bear to kill you, so I'm still in a dilemma.
The girl hid this somewhat ambiguous line in her heart and became even less anxious to slash out with her sword. To her, killing him was like killing the only one of her kind that she could converse with in this world. It was only natural that she would be reluctant to do so.
However, the more reluctant she was, the more she wanted to slash out with her sword. Because in this battle, this young man might become an insurmountable obstacle in her path in the future. Therefore, she had to kill him now, before she completely sank into the "happiness" of hearing his voice. After all, misfortune was her true companion. This extravagant happiness was too real, so it seemed fake.
It was so fake that it was like a bubble that would burst at any time.
Since it was going to break sooner or later, he might as well break it with his own hands to prevent the pain from multiplying.
But, but …
She wanted to hear his voice one last time before she killed him. She wanted to hear his voice one last time. She wanted to hear his voice one last time. She just wanted to hear his voice once more.
Just one sentence was enough to satisfy her willfulness.
So, speak, young man. The last sentence will be your last words. I will engrave it on the tombstone I personally built for you, in order to thank you for letting me see the colors of the world again.
"Thank you."
The two words slowly came out of the young man's mouth.
The girl was stunned. She instantly suspected if her ears had received the wrong voice.
She was about to kill him. She had arrogantly mocked him, but all she got in return was a word of thanks?
Those are your last words?
What a joke!
Dawn opened her mouth and was about to let out a doubtful voice when she saw the black and white swords in Shi Xiaobai's hands slowly dissipate. Replacing them was a holy sword that shimmered with golden light. It was Lucifer's Sword that she was extremely familiar with.
Shi Xiaobai held Lucifer's Sword tightly with both hands and slowly raised it into the sky.
His black eyes were bright and determined. There was no longer a hint of confusion!
When he raised Lucifer's Sword high up, countless golden points of light suddenly appeared on the ground. Like butterflies, they flew towards Lucifer's Sword and instantly, they transformed into a gigantic golden sword phantom that shot into the sky!
Thank you, thank you for your reminder.
That's right, what's the use of those boring thoughts?
In order to withstand this strike? In order to survive? Isn't This King's great wisdom being used in such a boring place too narrow?
At this moment in time, facing this strike of yours.
What was most needed was not thinking, not methods, not means, but — persistence, a persistence for victory.
It was not to withstand, nor was it to be undefeatable, but victory!
There was no need to think, much less hesitate. As long as he 'blindly' looked in the right direction, he only needed to tell himself — This King wants to defeat this strike!
If he did not even have the courage to win, how could he have the nerve to call himself fearless?
So, disappear. That instant of confusion that truly existed.
This King only has eyes for victory!
The persistent thoughts fermented in his mind, becoming more and more clear. The number of golden points of light that floated up from the ground increased as the golden sword phantom that shot into the sky grew larger. The radiance it emitted was extremely blinding.
This strike was a sword move that Shi Xiaobai had created himself. Back when he was comprehending the Sword Truth of 'Excalibur', he had combined the strike produced by the blonde woman in his mind, the idea of constantly compressing psionic power from Turtle-speed Divine Punch, and the inspiration of squeezing out all his strength from One Second Shura. He had combined the three together to create a sword move that belonged to him.
He would use all his strength and everything he had, condensing all his obsession for victory into a final strike that he would never regret!
Compress, strength.
Compress, strength.
Every blood vessel was boiling. Every cell was buzzing. This strength was also willing to be offered to you, so become even stronger!
Even if he did not have the strength to even move a finger after this strike, it did not matter!
Take away all of This King's strength!
This King only has eyes for victory!
The massive golden sword phantom expanded and expanded as it rose into the sky. It tore through the world as it emitted boundless power.
Speechless' eyes glazed over as he muttered to himself, "Shi Xiaobai, are you the protagonist?"
Sunless looked at the youth's thin figure with an infatuated gaze. She muttered as though she was talking in her sleep, "So beautiful."
The corners of Dawn's mouth curled up slightly as a faint smile flashed in her eyes.
"In the end, you still managed to amaze me. Shi Xiaobai, there's only you! Only you are special! But if you are real, then please take this sword! "
The girl finally no longer hesitated as she slashed out her final strike!
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