"The power of a mid-grade Immortal Sword is indeed extraordinary,"
The Silent Annihilation Sword returned to Lu Changsheng's hand, and this fierce sword was like a raging demon flame, with the center of the blade's purple-blue flow resembling a blue flame's heart.
Lu Changsheng had reached the ninth level of the Taiqing Wuji Technique with Great Perfection and had also grasped a small part of the tenth level, which enabled him to unleash the power of the Silent Annihilation Sword.
Lu Changsheng rarely added insult to injury.
After all, Wan Chengdao was Taiyuan's senior fellow disciple, and the matter of delivering the coup de grâce should be left to Taiyuan.
Taiyuan walked towards the unconscious Wan Chengdao with slow and heavy steps, and Lu Changsheng could feel the complexity of Taiyuan's emotions.
