"How do you feel?" Lin Fang asked with some concern. In the previous breakout battle, White Ape had slashed with several swords, tearing open the encirclement, but also exhausting his soul, plunging into unconsciousness. Lin Fang, with no other choice, had placed him beside the Shariputra, hoping to use the aura of this Buddhist treasure to nourish White Ape's soul.
"I feel very good, I have realized that the way of the Sword Immortal is to seek life from death. Only swordsmen who have endured the tempering of life and death have a chance to climb to the peak of the Sword Immortals."
White Ape turned his head, his eyes opened, and two beams of sword light shot out, dissipating only three inches away from his body. The air was filled with a terrifying Sword Intent, chilling to the bone.
"The soul of a Sword Immortal should be like sharpening a sword, constantly tempered in life and death!"
