In the path of martial arts, it not only encompasses levels of cultivation but also the understanding of the Dao's realm. "Momentum" is the first realm of the Dao; all things in heaven and earth have their own momentum—land has its land momentum, heaven has its sky momentum, fire has its fire momentum, water has its water momentum, and the sword, likewise, has its sword momentum.

Momentum, although it's the most fundamental understanding of the Dao, holds no small significance because it's related to the Dao. The sword momentum that Zhao Letian is displaying at this moment is not something that ordinary Primordial Martial Realm individuals can comprehend. It can be said that among those in the Primordial Martial Realm, not one in ten thousand can understand momentum.

Before awakening his second Martial Soul and receiving the memory inheritance of the Dragon Clan, sword momentum was Zhao Letian's strongest ace, allowing him to almost look down upon all people in the Primordial Martial Realm, and even challenge those at higher levels within the True Martial Realm.

Of course, sword momentum is not almighty. Even with sword momentum, he is only barely able to contend with individuals who have just entered the True Martial Realm, otherwise, he would not have been defeated by Shentu Yu.

However, to face Zhao Lingshan before his eyes, the sword momentum that Zhao Letian has comprehended is more than enough.

"How can a mere individual from the Primordial Martial Realm comprehend sword momentum? No wonder he could become the number one outer disciple of the Galaxy Sect."

"Yes, it's truly enviable. Many in the True Martial Realm haven't even comprehended the momentum yet."

"The prodigy of the Zhao Family truly deserves his reputation. It's just a pity that he was defeated by young master Shentu, causing his cultivation to plummet and severely damaging his martial foundation. It's uncertain whether he'll break through to the True Martial Realm in this lifetime or not. Otherwise, years later, the Zhao Family might become a dominant power that is renowned far and wide."

The surrounding crowd discussed with shock and awe in their voices, looking at Zhao Letian with eyes filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred, as well as some relief—relief that this demon-level genius was suppressed by Shentu Yu before he rose to power. Otherwise, they would spend the rest of their lives overshadowed by the brilliant radiance of this genius.

"He, he has actually comprehended sword momentum, but he did not use it when he was fighting me. He clearly looked down upon me, Zhao Hongyu. Damned be!" In the crowd, Zhao Hongyu clenched his fists tightly, burning with shame and anger. He finally realized that Zhao Letian had hidden his true strength when fighting him, and in fact, Zhao Letian had not fought seriously at all. With just an effortless sword strike, he had easily defeated him—how could he not be infuriated?

Not far away, Zhao Zihao, who was also easily defeated by Zhao Letian, felt even more complex. Reflecting back, he thought that Zhao Letian was unworthy to fight him, and choosing him as the first to challenge was an insult, a great humiliation. But now it seemed that he was not qualified to be Zhao Letian's opponent at all. The fact that Zhao Letian chose to challenge him was already giving him too much credit.

As for Zhao Kang, who had one of his arms crippled by Zhao Letian, he was now hiding in the crowd, shivering with fear and showing deep terror in his eyes. His face full of self-deprecation as he reflected, how dare he insult Zhao Letian as trash, as a bastard to his face yesterday? It was truly the fearless act of the ignorant. If he had known about Zhao Letian's terrifying strength earlier, even with the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard, he would not have dared to be so presumptuous.

Even Zhao Shijie, who had just now boasted about being stronger than Zhao Letian, was now shocked, his body trembling slightly. Being a swordsman himself, he understood far better than others how powerful and difficult it was to comprehend sword momentum. To this day, he hadn't grasped even a trace of sword momentum. If he were to face Zhao Letian, who had comprehended sword momentum, his defeat would be certain, without any chance of victory.

"Is this the advantage of possessing a Sword Martial Soul? Damn it, if only I had a Sword Martial Soul, perhaps I would have been able to comprehend sword momentum even earlier than Zhao Letian!" Zhao Shijie's face was gloomy, filled with resentment. He believed Zhao Letian's understanding of sword momentum was entirely due to having a Sword Martial Soul. After all, those with a Sword Martial Soul are more suited to using a sword, and their comprehension of the Sword Dao is faster than others.

However, in reality, the reason Zhao Letian could comprehend sword momentum was not solely because of the Sword Martial Soul. Although the Sword Martial Soul is rare, within the vast expanse of the Galaxy Sect, there are more individuals with a Sword Martial Soul in the Primordial Martial Realm than just him. Yet, only he has comprehended sword momentum among these people—because, apart from talent, he also has an extraordinarily diligent attitude that far surpasses that of ordinary people. His sword momentum was comprehended through countless monotonous swordsmanship practices, and it is for this very reason that he became known in Liu Wei's eyes as a cultivation maniac.

"Sword Intent! This kid has actually grasped the Sword Intent. Such talent, even if placed in the entirety of Qingzhou City, is unmatched in hundreds of years, too terrifying. Should we allow him to grow, where would be a place for us to stand in Qingzhou City? He must be eliminated in advance!"

Liu Siye and Sun Erye exchanged a heavy look, their thoughts needed no words to express, strikingly unanimous.

Even the three brothers of the Zhao Family on the chairman's podium had particularly solemn expressions at this moment.

Logically speaking, as a member of the Zhao Family, the stronger Zhao Letian's talent is, the happier the Zhao Family should be, as his potential achievements could bring glory and elevate the Zhao Family in the future. Always read at the source—*.

But at this moment, they couldn't be happy no matter what, because in their eyes, Zhao Letian is not a true descendant of the Zhao Family blood, merely a bastard without a father. Even his mother, Zhao Yixin, is not a current direct descendent of the Zhao Family. The saying goes, "those who aren't kin have hearts that differ." Additionally, they have always had a poor attitude towards Zhao Letian and his mother, so how could they rest assured and watch Zhao Letian rise? Perhaps, the day Zhao Letian rises, will be the day of their doom. Hence, if possible, they would not mind eliminating this threat in advance!

"Good! Good! My dear son, you truly haven't disappointed your mother, I had no idea you possessed such talent. Perhaps you might even have the chance to find your father in the future." Zhao Yixin, not far away, clenched her fists excitedly, a glimmer of relief flashing in the corners of her eyes. Initially, if her son did not exhibit enough talent, she had intended to keep the news of his father hidden for life. But now, it seemed that she might consider revealing that deeply buried secret to her son one day.

"I have said, possessing a Xuan-level Martial Technique does not mean invincibility. This strike will make you understand, some distances are destined to be uncatchable!" On the platform, Zhao Letian continued to advance toward Zhao Lingshan, the sword radiance at his fingertips growing half a foot long without notice, emitting a blinding white light, while also carrying an oppressive Sword Intent, as if an invisible massive pressure, crazily bearing down on Zhao Lingshan.

Under the oppressive Sword Intent of Zhao Letian, Zhao Lingshan's face turned pale, her breathing uneven, fear evident in her eyes, hardly able to muster the thought to resist, feeling as though any resistance would ultimately lead to failure. This is the power of the Dao. The disparity in the understanding of Dao realms is even more terrifying than the difference in cultivation levels.

"No! I am the daughter of Zhao Wuji, the treasured young lady of the Zhao Family, how can I lose to this bastard whose father is unknown?! Spiritual Snake Mysterious Whip, break for me! Break! Break!" Just when Zhao Lingshan was almost going to concede due to the oppressive Sword Intent, the pride and superiority deep in her bones prompted a jolt in her spirit, finally gathering the courage to resist, her demeanor somewhat manic as she swung her long whip, using all her strength, lashing viciously towards Zhao Letian.

"All the madness is in vain, you, you're no match at all!"

Facing the frenzied Zhao Lingshan, Zhao Letian was even more arrogant, coldly retorting, and then swung the sword radiance in his hand, as if carrying the might of heaven and earth, striking directly towards Zhao Lingshan.

"Boom!"

As a result, Zhao Lingshan's Xuan-level Martial Technique whip, barely making contact with the sword radiance in Zhao Letian's hand, was immediately disintegrated, offering no resistance at all. Following that, Zhao Letian's powerful sword radiance broke through all obstacles, directly slashing towards Zhao Lingshan's body.

"Am I, am I going to die?" Watching Zhao Letian's sword radiance enlarge in her pupils, Zhao Lingshan felt the threat of death, her pride and superiority vanishing in an instant, suddenly overcome with the urge to kneel and beg Zhao Letian for mercy. After all, compared to death, face and dignity are worthless for many people.

"Presumptuous!"

However, just when victory and defeat were about to be decided, an angry shout suddenly sounded. Simultaneously, a giant Primordial Energy Palm Print fiercely struck from the chairman's podium. Carrying an unmatched terrifying power, it easily shattered the strong Sword Intent radiating from Zhao Letian's sword, and then, effortlessly, sent Zhao Letian spitting blood from his mouth, like a kite with its string cut, helplessly tumbling down, falling below the platform.