บท 1947: Sealing a Sword Intent

Clutching his wounds tightly, He Yan slowly rose to his feet.

"This is… Suppression of Sword Intent?"

As a genius sword practitioner, a core disciple of the Ascendant Cloud Sword Pavilion, he swiftly realized what had happened. The Sword Intent that he had cultivated with great difficulty had been utterly suppressed by the Sword Intent of another man.

But this was mystifying to him, too. What he had cultivated was none other than the unparalleled Sword Intent of the sect!

How could he possibly be suppressed to such an extent? That should have been impossible!

"Ye Lian, are you the one who did it?" He Yan asked in astonishment.

The only core disciples who had gone there to assess their swordsmanship were him and Ye Lian. Could it be that the latter had cultivated some kind of formidable swordsmanship over the past half a year, resulting in his Sword Intent paling far in comparison?