The simple downward strike caused immense destruction, demonstrating power comparable to an attack from someone in the high levels of the Astral River Realm.0

Everyone looked shocked and in disbelief.0

“Let’s not disturb Young Master Liu’s training and rest!” Murong Yi exclaimed, breaking the silence. 0

Those who had gathered over quickly left, giving Liu Wuxie space to continue practicing his blade technique. When calmness returned to the courtyard, Jian Xing’er and Chen Ruoyan arranged for a private room, leaving Liu Wuxie alone.0

Liu Wuxie raised the Heretic Blade again and channeled a third of his true essence into the strike. At the same time, he comprehended the intent behind the blade technique, not the form. After all, it was so exceedingly simple that it had no specific form in the first place. Although it did resemble a drawing technique, it was fundamentally different.0

“What should I name it?”0

 Liu Wuxie sat on the ground in deep thought.0

“Why not just call it True Strike?” 3

Considering its simplicity, the name was quite fitting.0

Liu Wuxie spent the night practicing his blade technique, setting the Heretic Blade down only when the faint light of dawn had appeared from the eas...0