The sword was connected to the body and bloodline; at that moment, the sword became a true sword.
When that sword was swung, the light of the sword and the bloodline fused, unleashing infinite potential.
Within a thousand miles, the clouds gathered and dispersed.
"What a good sword!"
"What a good sword cultivator!"
"Satisfying!"
Regardless of any demon cultivator or strong enemy.
One sword strike made everything calm and peaceful.
Before this sword, thousands of demon cultivators either spat blood and retreated or had their bones shattered.
"Xu Wu thanks Mr. Han for the favor of sharpening the sword." Xu Wu bowed deeply to Han Muye with his sword held horizontally in the air.
On the other side, Yu Sheng also returned with his sword. Though he said nothing, his expression spoke volumes.
At that moment, the seventy sword cultivators remaining on the stone cliff all had their eyes gleaming.
