Godslayer paused for a moment. "You do know that he is the Sword God now, do you not?"
"I have heard," Godslayer said. "I do not understand who in their right mind would make a god out of someone who hasn't even managed to become One with the Sword."
Bladedance said as much, but she still frowned as the answer was simple. Purplerain wasn't the greatest swordsman, sure, but he was the current best.
The greatest sword cultivators of the past had all perished in the war, and the ones that were left were none stronger than Purplerain. They may have great cultivation and strength, but based on pure sword skills, they could not compare.
"Purplerain had some friends who helped him attack me," Bladedance said. "I wasn't of the right mind then, so I do not recognize any of them, but I'm certain he had friends. Do you think those are the Slayers?"
