Seo-jun watched the man unleash his martial arts.
A thousand blades moved in perfect harmony, each performing a seamless sword technique. There was no discord, not even the slightest misalignment. It was the pinnacle of sword controlâtrue mastery of One Mind, One Sword.
But that wasnât all.
âEach of those blades⦠is a domain in itself.â
This wasnât a standard domain. It wasnât like Namgung Hyukâs technique, where he merely spread a fragment of his domain onto his sword.
Unlike his incomplete manifestation, this was a fully realized domain.
Not just One Mind, One Swordâbut each strike had been honed to the absolute limit, an execution of fatal swordplay at its peak. And there were a thousand of them.
With such blades flawlessly handling offense and defense, it was no easy task to claim the manâs neck.
Wooongâ
Seo-jun drew upon his internal energy. How should he break through those blades? First, he would test them.
If you hit something hard enough, a path was bound to reveal itself.
Using large-scale techniques depleted mental strength, but for Seo-jun, wielding internal energy was no different from breathing.
He could unleash attacks at maximum power as many times as he wanted.
Plum Blossom Sword Art.
Falling Firmament Becomes the Great Sea.
Dominating Power, Monstrous Deityâs Martial Might.
He unleashed all three at once.
Plum blossoms scattered, the sea surged upward like a rising dragon, and the earth swung its fist in a devastating strike.
The man who had once cleaved the sun scoffed.
âAre you perhaps an incarnation of a great being?â
Seo-jun had no habit of conversing with corpses. Instead of answering, he continued his assault.
âNo, that canât be. If the laws of the world had been distorted to that extent, then surelyâ¦â@@novelbin@@
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