Crack!
The burning fist's glow collided with the ominous Sword Qi, erupting instantly like pouring oil on fire, kicking up a blinding glimmer. The ground was shaved off a thick layer, and the dust that had been stirred was further ripped apart by the intertwined strength of fist and sword.
The explosive Vigorous Air carried a scorching, life-consuming fire intent, but it was instantly oppressed by a overpowering will that seemed to extinguish everything -- just like a beast's throat was gripped and then cumbling abruptly.
"True intent, have you comprehended the true intent?"
The dust dissipated, and Xiu Qing's confident face turned grim. Deep within his grimness, there was incredulity.
Shi Xiaole had clearly grasped the real intent, and judging by its power, it was not as simple as ordinary true intent, but rather a profound one.