It seed as though sothing had shattered, leaving his body as weak as the domineering sword had been before, but his spirit and will had ascended to another level, a peak.
In an instant, he felt the thriving life force after the chill and decline from the overwhelming montum of the saber qi and sword intent charging towards him.
This chill and decline both originated from the domineering sword.
At this mont, although the montum of the domineering sword continued to grow stronger, erupting with terrifying saber qi and sword intent,
The life force within it seed to rapidly dissipate as it blazed brilliantly.
Brilliant things often vanish as quickly as they appear, like an epheral night-blooming cereus. Anyone trying to hold on to it usually ends up with nothing but pain and misfortune.
Wasn’t the Big Brushwork Affectionate Blade of the domineering sword the sa?
With his aged body, even if his heart was still fiery and hot-blooded, he could no longer bear any more ambitions and grand aspirations.
The Affectionate Blade was ant only to protect the ones he loved.
And such a strike, bursting forth with such imnse power, also required an appropriate sacrifice.
Jiang Dali understood completely now, his body bathed in blood, yet his eyes shone brilliantly, like flas burning!
Jiang Dali, comprehending the sword.
"ing!"
A long, sharp whine ca at this mont.
Yet Jiang Dali suddenly roared, his roar filled with recklessness and a decisive and confident belief in fighting from a place of death to life.
"力!!!"
Roaring!!!
Dragon Roar Golden Bell Shield!
Tiger Roar Iron Cloth Shirt!
Jiang Dali, with all his spirit, including his spirit, will, and all his essence gathered, bellowed and his muscles bulged, his clothes, full of gashes, burst open as he wielded the sword with his robust arms!
He slashed with his sword!
His qi-blood plumted even more, but his intent grew even stronger!
This strike!
He infused all his essence, all his spiritual will, all his repressed and gathered montum, and his understanding of the Sword Dao.
His entire path had only one word—power!!!
Clang—
Stunning waves of saber qi landed on his body, riddled with sword wounds, but were directly repelled by the violent qi force, Jiang Dali’s montum soared to the peak, producing that powerful strike.
A flash of sword light.
The rolling vibrance of spring was also split open by the brutal power, tearing a gap.
If spring felt as soft as butter and as fiery as flowers, with ten miles of peach blossoms reflecting red,
Then at this mont, in the eyes of Jiang Dali, who had comprehended the Sword Dao, spring was not entirely a torrent of warm water that couldn’t sustain ice.
At least the early morning of early spring would be very cold, the needle-like north wind often blew across the icy lake surface, creating a frosty chill, and that mont was his chance for survival.
His sword light was like a gray cloud of death, covering the sky and overshadowing the sun, making even the hardiest willow tips tremble.
"No!!"
A cry of alarm ca from the doorway.
Plop—
The towering fra of the domineering sword suddenly fell to the ground, his palms hanging weakly, his previously upright body now returning to a hunched and stooped posture.
The sword intent in his eyes had completely vanished, leaving only warmth and a smiling expression.
A startling red line appeared on his face, blood slowly spreading, staining his full beard.
But he slowly turned his head, looking towards the terrified and sorrowful Ancient Color Strange People, squeezing out a faint smile with his blood-stained face.
Then,
He looked towards Jiang Dali, eyes smiling, mouth opening to utter a sound as if he was breathing his last breath, "Ah!"
With that breath,
The body of the domineering sword fell backwards to the ground, utterly lifeless, yet with an expression of satisfaction.
This satisfaction was sothing Jiang Dali naturally understood.
For swordsn in the Martial World, nothing was more painful than sheathing one’s sword in retirent, helplessly forgetting the glory days and the sword light.
Yet, nothing was more glorious than dying under the sword that they recognized the most.
Undoubtedly, the domineering sword had both enabled him and recognized that last powerful slash of Jiang Dali.
At the sa ti, that last cry was obviously telling him not to forget his last request.
"Heartless Slash is the Little Xieyi, it was conceived in the first half of the domineering sword’s life, after cutting off all emotions, love, kinships, and friendships.
The Affectionate Blade is the Big Brushwork, which he conceived in the latter half of his life after retreating to live among the common folks in the Martial World, a heart full of love and emotion, touched by the vitality in all living things."
Jiang Dali, still suffering from sword wounds all over, pained to his bones yet looking up at the body of the domineering sword with inspiration and admiration, "Big Brushwork, I have already experienced; Little Xieyi, I will naturally seek to experience. But none of these are my personal interpretation... they can only beco nourishnt for the progress of my Sword Dao."
"Village chief! Why? Why did you have to kill him?"
Just then, the voice of the Ancient Color Strange People, filled with sorrow, ca from the doorway; he rushed in, looking at the smiling-faced body of the domineering sword on the ground.
He didn’t understand this proud yet stubborn old man, why even in death he still smiled, was he that vain even till death?
He understood even less why the village chief had to kill soone, he looked at Jiang Dali in sorrow and pain.
"You just wanted the Saber Manual, you could have asked him for it, even if he was unwilling to give it, there was no need to kill him!"
Jiang Dali looked in surprise at the Ancient Color Strange People before him.
From his appearance, he seed to suddenly see sothing different.
This might no longer be that player, who only knew how to curse, and to flatter the village chief, the smooth and cunning Ancient Color Strange People.
"The Saber Manual, he had already given it to , 山门之刀, indeed, is a swordsman to be respected.
No, he is a master of the Sword Dao."
Jiang Dali nodded.
With a conflicted expression, the Ancient Color Strange People was unsure whether to be angry, helpless, or self-blaming, "Then why did you still have to kill him?"
Jiang Dali calmly looked at the domineering sword, "Look at the smile on his face."
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