Lin Xiaosu activated the Heavenly Tao Primordial Spirit.
The entire world seemed to instantly transform into an ancient era, and an incredible scene appeared before him as if it had traversed through time and space.
With a sword, accompanied by a mournful voice...
"First Form of Li Ren Swordsmanship: Separation!"
Swoosh, the sword light extended infinitely, crossing a hundred zhang of space, slicing into the stone wall ahead like a supreme sharp blade.
The everlasting green stone wall bore a barely perceptible sword mark.
From the exterior, it was almost invisible.
However, when probed with the Heavenly Tao Primordial Spirit, it reached a depth of beyond a hundred zhang!
A Sword Qi, in fact, severed this entire Stone Peak!
Cold sweat drenched Lin Xiaosu's back...
The arrogance he had felt after mastering this sword vanished without a trace in an instant.
Separation!
A single sword severing a mountain!
This was what Separation truly meant!
But what had he comprehended?
