He seemed to know nothing of fear, nothing of dread, nothing of reverence, nothing of what death meant!
The Bronze Sword once again felt a surge of anger, as if it were a king seated high on a throne, repeatedly offended and challenged.
If it weren't for the restrictions left by the Dao Ancestor, the young man before it was no more than an ant, a maggot.
Yet at this moment, this ant, this maggot, dared to attempt the impossible!
A second Sword Qi emanated, even stronger than before.
The Sword Scabbard of Chu Huaixu no longer stored any Sword Qi; now, he had to rely on himself.
The [Zhegu Heaven] slashed toward the black semi-arc filled with sinister energy, but for some reason, this time, he was not affected by the azure-black streams of energy at all.
Xu Ziqing, with his eyes closed, barely perceptibly trembled the Bronze Sword in his right hand.
The reason was simple, those azure-black streams of energy were surging toward the Black Bead on the Sword Scabbard!
