SWEESH!
With an emotionless look, Xiao Ming swung the dark sword fiercely at the void. However with all of his energy sapped, he only released a brilliant icicle like golden beam.
ARGH!
BOOM!
After his roar faded, the targeted region suddenly crumbled into dust. That swing just now was the peak of power, he was sure even if he ran into Yan Wu, this strike could claim the bastard's life a million times. But he had a grim look, the huge energy expended was unimaginable as he was barely struggling to stand firm.
Xiao Ming secretly praised the wondrousness and divinity of the Blood Drop Link technique. Presently, he could sense a mysterious link between himself and Master Huan. This sort of feeling was rare for a mortal like Xiao Ming. He could feel a trace of immortal aura around him as well due to the strong connecting force.
Master Huan was no different than his arm and he could control and beckon this sword as he did to any other parts of his body. He believed that if he was a cultivator, he could even borrow some of Master Huan's remnant immortal energy in a dire crisis although at a slowly reversible rate. He decided to test this strange ability by calling out.
"Sword!" Xiao Ming called out loudly and the sword shook vibrantly, this time the true connection had been set in place. As the sword buzzed, Xiao Ming's outstretched hands sunk as though bearing a massive substance, he then frowned. However, suddenly, his frown slowly grew into a broad smile. Xiao Ming smiled wildly and his eyes continued glowing with excitement. he could naturally sense the quality of this powerful sword. One should know that despite being a mortal, Xiao Ming had come in contact with some of the Mortal Soul treasures of the Bai Clan. This Immortal Essence artifact he was holding now was on a different level and status.
"Haha! interesting! You little one didn't fail your Uncle Ming, you are even a hybrid sword. this means you are neither light nor heavy, as balanced as the Dao... You've really impresses me" Xiao Ming spoke with a hearty chuckle. He seemed satisfied all of a sudden as though a great trouble had been relieved. Xiao Ming fondled the sword happily and was not even bothered with Master Huan's silent curses in his soul sea.
"Little Huan!" Xiao Ming then called later on. The sword disappeared and an eerie reddish Master Huan appeared. However in few seconds, his skin was back to normal. Due to the rebound of the Age Reversion, he was turning more younger. The drain of his essence and energy was still unbearable for him. The more power he lost, the more weaker he would become.
The mysterious man from Sheng Yun had this in mind by sending the soul of this supreme. Master Huan had nearly expended all of his energy and only his soul was still unharmed by the backlash. But the soul couldn't save the total extinction as it was slowly corroded by the backlash. Therefore, more of Master Huan's lifespan and energy continued to reverse till he was this weak. The slowly perishing Master Huan was thus the best choice in such a scenario. Being the soul of a Sheng Yun Supreme, Master Huan would surely be able to render a sort of assistance to his development. This was what being a descendant of a divinity like Xiao Yunhai could fetch one.
Master Huan knew all about this beforehand and was naturally prepared to do all of this under coercion. Xiao Ming however had wise eyes and could easily decipher this mysteries with a thought. He could not force Xiao Ming and his glib tongue to act otherwise. His pride was hurt badly and he scoffed later on. But as he suddenly lowered his head in embarrassment and turn his face away, Xiao Ming's needle-point gaze fell on him.
"Not good! What's the meaning of this?" Master Huan stuttered solemnly. If it was before the ritual, he would dare to collide with Xiao Ming. But he couldn't afford to do such anymore. After the Blood Drop Link, their existences had become unified. Hurting Xiao Ming now was no different from endangering his life.
"Hmph!"
A sinister scoff sounded afterwards and an eerie voice thundered indifferently.
"Little Huan, what did you do to the Tiger Heart Sword" Xiao Ming asked coldly with a deafening scream. His aura already contained the shadow of the dao dragons. Master Huan was shaken and dared not casually meet Xiao Ming's gaze at this time. The sound waves emitted under Xiao Ming's dao dragon aura were as straight as tiny swords aiming towards Master Huan.
SWOOSH!
Without delay, Master Huan released slight draconic sword energy and evaded this deadly sword-shaped sound waves. But the echoes continued tingling like singing swords in his ears. He groaned lightly but didn't spurt out blood. There wasn't blood in his sword spirit state.
"Little Huan helped Uncle Ming get rid of that pitiful disgrace of a sword. While using the Dao Lotus Purification, I expended a huge amount of energy. I devoured the sword but who would have thought it would be bitter and have such a miniscule amount of energy." Master Huan stuttered under shivers.
"Hmm..." Xiao Ming gave him a frosty murderous glare all through. He was trying to weigh the pros and cons of the present situation. Although it was only a Mid Mortal Rank weapon, it had initially been bestowed by his cousin... Bai Qing. He felt sorry that such sword was swept from the surface of the world.
"Little Ming.... No need to stress on that after all... I am the perfect sword" Master Huan cut in after observing this lingering murderous aura that Xiao Ming had yet to retract.