But before Shen Gaoge could finish speaking, Xue An waved his hand, "No need to explain. Didn’t I just say that the best end for a Sword Cultivator is to die under the sword, rather than surrender and concede? If you feel you still have the strength for a fight, by all means, try!"
As Xue An’s indifferent words fell, the flames burning around him suddenly converged, forming a Giant Dragon hovering behind Xue An, coldly watching Shen Gaoge.
Such power made Shen Gaoge’s face pale, but his eyes gradually shot out brilliant light.
"If you think I’m joking, you’d better think again!"
"No need to think, let’s fight!" Xue An said lightly.
In reality, many present didn’t understand what other tricks Shen Gaoge might still have.
His sword was already damaged, how could he fight this white-clothed youth?
This doubt lingered in many people’s minds.
Seeming to respond to these doubts, Shen Gaoge took a deep breath and then slowly nodded.
"Very well, then I shall show you the respect a Sword Cultivator deserves!"
As he spoke, Shen Gaoge suddenly raised his hand, plunging it into his own chest.
This action greatly surprised many.
What was he doing?
Could it be that this Shen Family Sword Cultivator couldn’t think it through and plans to commit suicide?
While the crowd was in chaos, Shen Gaoge stood there, pale-faced, blood flowing, yet he didn’t even blink, instead further probing with his hand.
Through the shape bulging from his chest, it was clear his hand had formed into a fist, forcibly grabbing hold of one of his ribs before suddenly exerting force.
Crunch.
A muffled sound emanated from Shen Gaoge’s chest, instantly echoing throughout the scene.
Following that, under the watchful eyes of countless people, Shen Gaoge’s hand slowly withdrew, clutching an icy white rib.
Seeing this, countless people’s scalps tingled.
The reason was simple: it was simply too ruthless.
To forcibly break one’s own rib and pull it out from the chest—what courage and perseverance must that require?
After doing all of this, Shen Gaoge’s complexion had turned paper-white.
Yet, his eyes gleamed like a fiery star.
"Xue An, I want you to know, this thing carries my sword heart!"
As his words fell, Shen Gaoge gently touched the rib in his hand, and the previously white rib instantly started changing its shape.
In a flash, it transformed from the shape of a bone into a long sword.
Along with the change in shape came the change in Shen Gaoge’s Sword Intent.
If Shen Gaoge earlier seemed like a sharp, unsheathed sword, now he appeared unpretentious and unadorned.
Just like the long sword in his hand, formed from bone shaping, possessing not a trace of sword edge.
Yet this transformation made Xue An’s expression incredibly serious.
"Is this the true power of the Shen Family’s sword heart?" Xue An softly said.
As his words fell, Shen Gaoge strode forward, heading to attack Xue An.
All words were already spoken; now in Shen Gaoge’s mind, only one pure thought remained—to cut down Xue An beneath his sword.
For that, not only did he break his rib, refine it into a sword, but his entire being had transformed into an unparalleled sword.
The sword slashed silently, without a ripple.
This precisely was the manifestation of Sword Intent condensed to the extreme, where all was solely for killing the enemy, without even a sliver of Sword Qi leaking out.
At this moment, heaven and earth held only this sword, and this sword alone!
Even the Empress couldn’t help but be moved, exclaiming, "Excellent swordsmanship!"
Xue An didn’t hear that. At this moment, his complete focus was on the sword that was about to strike him.
His eyes gleaming brilliantly, the small sword in his hand surged forward, meeting the approaching sword head-on.

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