"Blade with no intent, shatter!"
"..."
Under the scrutiny of countless complex gazes, Su Bei raised the sword in his hand.
He took the first step forward, his gait trembling slightly, and the Qingping Sword emerged three inches from its sheath.
With the second step, he left bloody footprints on the ground, and the Qingping Sword came five inches out of its sheath.
On the third step, he violently coughed up blood that spattered on the ground like plum blossoms, and the Qingping Sword was unsheathed by nine inches.
...
By the eighth step, clusters of purplish-blue lotuses bloomed around him, and the Qingping Sword was drawn two feet from its sheath!
On the ninth step, he finally, shakily, drew the sword. A purple-green Sword Qi immediately spread out, expanding at a visible rate and even starting to erode the platform.
His meridians were damaged; his bones shattered.
He could no longer wield the Sovereign Sword!
