He looked at his remaining Modification Points.
After a moment of thought, he turned his attention to the Seven Evils Saber.
He hadn't been able to upgrade this Sword Technique before due to the limits of his Cultivation, but now he could.
Besides, what he needed to do next would require considerable strength.
He couldn't just rely on his Cultivation to tank his way through every fight; his Killing Techniques had to keep pace.
With that thought, he didn't hesitate to upgrade it.
With a mental command, knowledge of the Seven Evils Saber flooded his mind. It was as if he had practiced it ten million times, having long since reached the Realm of absolute mastery.
He casually slapped the Cold Iron Saber propped up nearby.
SHIING!
In that instant, vibrated by his Power, the Long Saber shot from its scabbard and landed in his palm.
A cold breeze swept past, rustling the hem of his clothes.
He swung the Long Saber fiercely, kicking up a sharp gust of wind.
