That feeling of powerlessness, despair, irreversibility made him feel sorrowful.
It was a kind of indescribable, irrecoverable sadness.
Once it occurs, it can never be remedied, never expressed in words.
All words will become pale.
At this moment, a surge of Sword Intent appeared in Gu An's heart.
Beyond The World's First Blade, he glimpsed The World's Second Blade.
In an instant, the blade arose from his heart.
His surroundings fell silent in an instant.
Everything sank into silence, all things withered and dissipated.
Clang!
The Sword Intent was unsheathed.
Gu An opened his eyes and reached out to seize it.
Then he struck with one blade.
The World's Second Blade, wordless.
Whoosh!
The blade dropped, soundlessly, silently, quiet without words.
Bang!
The surrounding trees instantly vanished.
Turning into ashes.
Chu Meng, peeling peanuts on the side, was stunned.
"Is your talent for learning the sword also this high?"
