Zhong Yue could tell that the Human Sovereign could have easily done it if he really wanted to kill the Bi Xie Celestial Emperor. After all, Bi Xie Celestial Emperor's mortal body was destroyed, and without the strong mortal body, not even that horn could stop the divine sword.
And yet, the divine sword suddenly stopped.
If you wanted to do it, then why didn't you finish it? But it was way too high-level a battle for Zhong Yue to understand much.
"Our race's saint weapon!"
Jun Sixie, Shui Zian, Fang Jiange and the others were all staring at the divine sword. They watched as little Xuan Yuan dragged it around, through rocks and stones, as their hearts ached in pain.
The human race's saint weapon was being carried around by a little boy; this was way too embarrassing a thing to talk about.
"Pee, pee!" Xuan Yuan ran to Fu Bao and he reported to his mother like a soldier asking for permission.
