"Goddammit, I got screwed over!" the old beggar cursed. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he stomped his feet.
He talked about what had happened; it turned out that there was a soul clone of the Demonic Emperor in the cave dwelling.
When the old beggar had tried to take the Saint Sword, the Demonic Emperor's soul clone had ambushed him, causing him to lose an arm.
Zhou Xuanji asked, "What about the Saint Sword? Was it real?"
The old beggar glared at him and said angrily, "You don't care about me? You're only thinking about that sword?"
As he spoke, the old beggar took out a sword.
This sword was a long sword made of bamboo, and it looked incredibly ordinary.
Zhou Xuanji frowned and asked, "This is a Saint Sword?"
Zhou Xuanji swept the sword with his divine sense but did not discover any spirit qi ripples within.
It was a completely ordinary sword, one that even a child could make.
