The Secret Reversal Technique lived up to its reputation as an unusual healing technique. The Forest of Antiquity was filled with thick wood energy, and with the assistance of wood profundity, an unending life force streamed in and started nourishing Xiang Shaoyun's injuries. He started healing at a speed comparable to someone who had consumed some miracle cure.

If he did this in the midst of battle, he could similarly greatly recover in a short amount of time. That realization put Xiang Shaoyun in a lot of joy. The effectiveness of the Secret Reversal Technique meant that he would no longer be fearful of many dangers in the future.

Nevertheless, Zhan Wushuang's fist intent was still exceptionally powerful. If Xiang Shaoyun couldn't expel all the fist intent from his body, his injuries would never be fully healed. His condition would slowly worsen until his body ultimately withered away and died. Hence, he had to fully rid his body of the fist intent.

If Xiang Shaoyun did not have a strength equal to Zhan Wushuang, it would be basically impossible for him to clear the fist intent from his body. And since he was capable of matching Zhan Wushuang's combat prowess, time was all he needed to expel the fist intent. But instead of expelling it, he had a different plan in mind.

He was actually studying the fist intent as he meditated on the scenes of his previous battle repeatedly, trying to take this chance to comprehend Zhan Wushuang's unrivaled fist intent.

If news of this spread, many people would be completely dumbstruck. Like any other intent, fist intent was something perhaps only one in ten thousand cultivators could grasp. Xiang Shaoyun had already comprehended the saber and footwork intents. And now, he was trying to comprehend another intent. Sure, he was a genius, but wasn't he underestimating the difficulty of comprehending intents too much?

If others knew that he had actually comprehended nine profundities, they wouldn't think so anymore.

Xiang Shaoyun had the Nether Soul Domain, which granted him a much stronger soul. By extension, his comprehension capability was naturally exceptional as well. Coupled with the Light of Wisdom, few people could compare with him in terms of comprehension capability.

Xiang Shaoyun fully engrossed himself in feeling the essence of fist intent. Using the scenes from his previous battle as guidance, he slowly deepened his understanding of fist intent. He then searched his mind for his previous experiences in comprehending the saber and footwork intents, making his comprehension process even smoother.

As the saying goes, different paths of the great dao all lead to the same destination. If one could learn from experience and make connections by example, one would naturally be able to learn what one wished.

"To use the fist intent, one needs to master the way of absolute force, crushing techniques and skills with brute force alone. At the same time, one also needs to learn how to concentrate all strength into one point. Wherever the fist reaches, everything will be crushed. The fist intent and battle intent complement one another. Without battle intent, there won't be fist intent. With battle intent and the pouring of one's spirituality into one's fists, one will be able to unleash true fist intent!" Xiang Shaoyun concluded. "This is what separates fist intent from the other intents."

The stronger one's battle intent was, the thicker one's fist intent would be. Zhan Wushuang possessed a boundless battle intent; hence he could release such a terrifying fist intent. Battle intent was something all cultivators possessed. But how should one go about fusing battle intent with one's punches? The answer relied on one's comprehension capability.

By this point, Xiang Shaoyun was no longer that far away from using true fist intent.

His battle intent was no weaker than anyone else's. After all, he had inherited the boundless battle intent of his previous life. A surge of energy broke out of his body as an unrivaled battle intent erupted. With his fists clenched tight, he roared, "I am the overlord. If a god blocks my path, I will slay the god. If a devil blocks my path, I will slay the devil. Heavens above and hells below, I am the sole sovereign!"

After that declaration, he launched a fist above him. The punch was almost identical to Zhan Wushuang's Unrivaled Sky Crushing Punch. The terrifying battle intent and torrential fist intent crushed everything in his fist's path, as though even the blue dome of heaven was going to be punctured.

The cave instantly collapsed. A brilliant fist energy shot out of the cave and soared into the night sky. The disciples standing guard nearby were given a shock as they thought that an enemy was attacking.

They hurriedly dodged the many boulders flying everywhere, finally noticing that the mountain before them was gone. A shocking fist intent remained in the sky above, planting fear in the depths of their hearts.

"T-This is the unrivaled fist intent! Is Zhan Wushuang here to ambush the overlord?" Han Chenfei cried out in alarm, all her hair standing on end.

She then disregarded everything and recklessly charged toward Xiang Shaoyun, trying to figure out what exactly was happening. Ouyang Chuanqi did the same.

The other Overlord Legion members also closed in, but they failed to sense Zhan Wushuang's aura. However, the fist intent was clearly there, and because of that, they all felt ill at ease.

By the time the fist intent dispersed, the mountain Xiang Shaoyun was resting at had been replaced by gravel and dust.

"Overlord, where are you? Please be fine!" Han Chenfei cried out in panic.

Unknown to her, the image of Xiang Shaoyun seemed to have been imprinted in her heart. She was unwilling to see something bad happen to him, as he was the man who had captured her heart.

That man was confident and carefree, overbearing and extraordinary, outstanding and valiant, a perfect partner she could ask for. She would not let him slip away from her.

"Stop shouting; I'm here," a voice came from underneath the gravel. The gravel was jolted away, and a tall and straight figure appeared before their eyes.

Han Chenfei dashed over and asked anxiously, "Overlord, are you fine?"

When the Han Clan sisters saw her dash toward Xiang Shaoyun, their expressions dimmed. They were her sworn sisters, and they had never seen her so nervous. Even a fool could see that Han Chenfei's feelings for Xiang Shaoyun had grown beyond friendship.

Xiang Shaoyun smiled and said, "Don't worry. I'm fine."

He was in an excellent mood, and he seemed to have forgotten his unhappiness with Han Chenfei from before.

"It's good that you're fine. Where's Zhan Wushuang? Has he escaped after one attack?" Han Chenfei asked, relieved.

"I doubt Zhan Wushuang was ever here," Ouyang Chuanqi interrupted.

"That's right. I reckon Zhan Wushuang is completely exhausted from his fight with me. How would he have the spare energy to ambush me?" Xiang Shaoyun said.

"What happened, then?" Han Chenfei was confused.

"I have merely succeeded in comprehending something. Don't worry about it," said Xiang Shaoyun.

"Comprehending something?" Han Chenfei mumbled doubtfully before her pupils abruptly constricted. She exclaimed in alarm, "Overlord, have you comprehended fist intent?"