"Cough, cough!"
Having barely survived Tang Yi's Four Phases Sword Array, Wu Daozi burst out bloodied, only to immediately realize that the three threads of his painstakingly crafted Prime Elemental Sword Qi had lost connection with him. Looking up, he saw they had already been devoured by the Sword of Martial Soul in Tang Yi's hands.
"You... Pugh!"
The three threads of Prime Elemental Sword Qi, which Wu Daozi had spent a hundred years cultivating, had been so easily devoured. In what turned out to be a case of stealing chickens only to lose the rice, Wu Daozi felt a mix of sadness and fury, spurting out a huge mouthful of fresh blood.
"Hehe!"
In contrast, as Tang Yi looked at the Sword of Martial Soul in his hand, which had been insubstantial in form but now, after devouring several magic treasures, had become much more solidified, he couldn't help but chuckle lightly, glancing towards Wu Daozi.
"Old Tao with a nose for trouble, it seems I should be thanking you!"
