Xu Yunfan transformed into a brilliant streak of purple lightning, moving as fast as a thunderbolt.
He didn't hesitate for a moment, charging straight toward the Fire-tipped Spear of the Divine General Nezha.
The instant he charged toward the youth, a longsword appeared in his hand. It was ancient in style, its blade as dark as ink, but a thin, silvery-white arc of lightning flowed along its spine.
It was the True Martial Sword.
Although Xu Yunfan had not cultivated the True Martial Demon Suppressing Scripture, the sword itself was a top-tier offensive Magical Treasure, one he would naturally not pass up.
The heavy karma the longsword once carried had been completely cleaved away by Ancestral Master Chunyang's One Sword, No Return. Wielding it was no longer a struggle; on the contrary, the pure, evil-slaying power contained within its blade made it feel perfectly suited to him.
