"Is this... sword cognition?"
The scene with the Golden Apricot was suddenly overwhelmed with shocking discussions.
Two fingers, cleaving through a fierce ghost a hundred feet long, tearing apart the aura of the god of death, piercing straight through the skies, what else could this be but sword cognition?
"Could it be that the young master in the carriage is an ancient swordsman? It can't be that the power he wields is left by an elder in his clan, right?"
"Which great clan has an ancient swordsman? There's only the Feng family in the Southern Region, and the previous generation's Seven Sword Deity, Feng Tingchen. Could he possess sword cognition?"
"No way! Young master, sword cognition, brothers, this reminds me of someone..."
"It's not sword cognition. The visualization of sword cognition resembles a kind of silvery sword energy, which is essence. How could it be this viscous liquid-like thing?"
