Of course, this chill didn't affect Song Shuhang in the slightest.
"Is this what it feels like to fly on a sword?" Song Shuhang murmured, striking the most handsome pose he could manage.
It felt as though his soul was about to ascend...
A true Immortal Cultivator, like him at this moment, should tread on sword light, a single blade chilling nineteen states, with sword qi sweeping thirty thousand miles.
His only regret was that the creation and control of his 'disposable flying sword' were due to the projection of Senior White's left Essence Soul in his left hand.
In other words, he was leveraging Senior White's power to forge and pilot the sword.
"It's somewhat addictive," Song Shuhang chuckled.
The sword light instantly traversed a thousand miles, swiftly reaching the edge of the Netherworld Realm's Devil Sea Realm.
"Black Panther, Fairy Creation," Song Shuhang called out.
