At Violetgrave’s suggestion, Lu Yun glanced toward the light and was promptly dazzled by the radiance.

The ray of ethereal sword light slashed toward the lungs with bewitching simplicity. There was nothing complicated at all about the attack, yet Lu Yun saw thousands of permutations hidden therein. This was no longer a sword art, but an exhibition of sword dao.

“How can this be?” His mind exploded with incredulity. Something surfaced within him, then was promptly reclaimed by a layer of mental haze. He didn’t understand; how could such a straightforward stroke be imbued with so much meaning?

Even a pure sword immortal would be incapable of such a feat! This was beyond the realm of technique and, in fact, infinitely approached the dao.

Was this Violetgrave’s true strength?

He opened his eyes as wide as he could, both...