Laughing wildly, yet tears streamed down my face.
Wiping away the tears, he chuckled sinisterly and said, "Well then, it saves me the trouble of doing it myself."
Tang Ningxin frowned and said, "What have you gone through? Why does something feel off? You used to be carefree and rebellious, but you didn't have this madness..."
"Madness?"
Tang Yanzhang interrupted the azure-clad Divine Maiden's words, his eyes wide open, "Madness is just right. How else can one aspire to the pinnacle of Sword Dao? How else can one carve a bloody path through this sky-piercing Thorn Forest?"
With that, he formed a sword with his fingers, and with a flick, the sound rang like a heavenly bell crashing through clouds, dispersing like waves.
Tang Yanzhang touched the flying sword, gazing at it with a mix of laughter and tears. Suddenly, he said, "Tang Ningxin, tell our clan not to worry; I will delve into the Sea of Suffering myself. The fate of the Formless Ancient Race, I will take it upon myself.
