Fang Tianqing, standing not far away, heard such words and laughed.
Suddenly, a crimson longsword appeared in the palm of his hand. His hand gently moved from the hilt to the blade as if caressing his most precious possession.
"I have a habit," he said, "After I kill someone, I take their sword. The sword I hold now was left by my last opponent. That year, I had just broken through to the True Path Realm, yet the man I killed was a mid-stage Hidden Gate powerhouse. This sword is called the Fire Cloud Sword—it contains a fire essence within it, and killing with it is as easy as slicing vegetables. I see your sword is quite good, so from now on, it belongs to me."
His tone carried an air of unquestionable certainty, as if he was discussing a matter of fact.
As soon as the words fell, Fang Tianqing's chest swelled, and his body suddenly grew a bit larger as a terrifying surge of True Qi emanated from within him!
