C752 All His Previous Efforts Were for Naught

The power surged skyward, and the grand hall could scarcely bear the intensity of the sword intent. Cracks webbed the ceiling, and the gilded pillars around were riddled with fissures, on the verge of collapse.

His sword intent was distinct from Mo Fu's. Where Mo Fu's swordsmanship sought the epitome of speed—graceful and effortless