On the scroll painting, the grass and trees trembled. They shot up ramrod straight, and a sharp fluctuation radiated from them like needles, like swords.
From them, a Sword Intent began to spread, making one's skin feel as if it were being pricked by needles.
Every blade of grass, every tree, could become a sword—an army of plants.
"Half-Step Sword Intent."
Ning Jiang felt it for a moment. This Sword Intent wasn't complete; it was only a Half-Step Sword Intent.
"CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG!"
The next moment, the clang of metal rang out in the room as sharp streams of Qi Force erupted.
This power was enough to kill a young prodigy in the blink of an eye.
"CLANG."
With a sword's cry, the Ice Soul Sword was unsheathed.
This was the first time Ning Jiang had drawn his sword since the trials began.
"Four Seasons Sword Technique."
