Guo Yi sheathed the Bone Sword, preparing to kneel.
"Wait!" Ni Cangtian barked.
"You're thinking of reneging?" Guo Yi frowned.
"Give me your sword!" A subtle, cold glint flashed in Ni Cangtian's eyes.
Guo Yi, suspecting nothing, tossed the Bone Sword to him.
Ni Cangtian held Chen Anqi's soul in his right hand and the Bone Sword in his left. He examined the sword and a look of surprise appeared on his face, "I didn't expect this sword to be so extraordinary. Forged from the bone of a Magma Beast. It requires a very high temperature. How did you do it?"
"What's it to you?" Guo Yi frowned.
"Haha." Ni Cangtian laughed heartily and said, "You may kneel now."
All around was silence.
The disciples of the Daoist sects watched, their eyes wide with disbelief.
"With this kneel, he loses the dignity of a warrior!" Chen Zongyuan sighed and said, "But, this Ni Cangtian is truly despicable. Just as vile and shameless as he was twenty years ago."
