The moment the Nine Gods Sword penetrated his body, Ling Tianyu could no longer bear it and finally collapsed, his head lolling to the side as he lost consciousness. Indeed, he had held out to the very end.
His whole body's meridians spasmed, accompanied by severe cramping; the agony was akin to a fate worse than death. His survival hinged solely on the might of the Nine Gods Sword—a remarkable sword indeed, worthy of the pride of the Human Clan—the sword wielded by the Ling Family Head, so powerful that it could subdue the Golden Dragon even without being unsheathed.
One might wonder, how formidable would the sword be if it needed to be sharpened? The thought alone was terrifying.
And for it to be the chosen sword of the Ling Family Head, its rank was likely unimaginable.
What rank it was, might be known in the future.
The appearance of the sword was quite timely, serving as a lesson for Ling Tianyu—a lesson that would teach him the price of youthful arrogance.
