Chapter 305: Testing The Limits Of Soul Skills: Emotion Severing Slash
Han Yu stood in front of the glowing barrier talisman he’d just activated.
The shimmering dome of spiritual light glowed faintly blue, humming with energy. The defensive talisman, though not top-tier, was still something an average cultivator would rely on during a critical moment. It was enough to simulate a moderate-level formation or protective barrier, the perfect candidate for his next test.
Han Yu’s eyes narrowed.
The Soul Needle, though subtle and piercing, was too limited in utility. It couldn’t disrupt formations or interfere with talisman constructs. Worse still, its lack of visible manifestation made it hard to use for intimidation or battlefield control.
But the Emotion Severing Slash? That was a different beast entirely.
He exhaled and extended his palm, fingers curling slightly as he drew upon the still-swirling reservoir of Eight Emotions Energy within him. The abundance of energy he had gained from Murong Xie’s courtyard explosion still flowed freely in his Soul Space. Almost thirty percent more Soul Qi than before—he could feel the strength brimming beneath his skin.
With practiced ease, Han Yu poured the qi into the technique.
A ghostly blade formed in the air, rippling with the translucent color of human emotion—faint hues of blue, red, and black coiled within its edge all mixing into an iridiscent white. It buzzed softly, as if echoing the suppressed grief and fury that it had been birthed from.
"Emotion Severing Slash," Han Yu whispered, and the spectral blade soared forward.
It struck the barrier with a visible impact, like a blade of wind slamming into a bubble of water. The talisman barrier wobbled, rippled... but held. A few sparks of fragmented Soul Qi crackled at the point of contact before dissipating harmlessly.
Han Yu’s brows twitched. Not enough power.
He pushed more Soul Qi into the next cast, increasing the intensity. This time, when the Emotion Severing Slash struck, the barrier shuddered more violently. Veins of spiritual instability spread across it like cracks in glass, and a high-pitched whine filled the courtyard as the talisman struggled to hold.