"It’s useless."
Along with the faint voice of Sword Demon, dust slowly landed all over the ground.
Before Wang Lu, the wreckage of swords was as dense as a jungle. Thousands upon thousands of broken swords were concentrated in one spot, scattering around the atmosphere of destruction, making it a daunting scene.
However, at this time, a proud tall figure lightly stood on top of that forest of sword, his long robe still spotless.
"Now is not the time to fight among ourselves."
Sword Demon faintly said, looked at the frowning Wang Lu, and then said, "Much less you don’t have the capital to wage this infighting. Your Void Spirit Root is indeed fierce, but before you can condensate your primordial spirit, you don’t have the qualification to hurt me. Even if I am just a wisp of residual soul, it’s still a residual soul of Mahayana Stage."
Wang Lu didn’t speak.
