"For this worthless sword, our group turned on each other! Huo Xuan Ting was forced to use his Green Ghost, and I was forced to use my still-immature Profound Nether Leech!"
"Do you have any idea what that means?"
"It means I might have to spend hundreds of extra years to suppress and refine it again!"
"Argh! Hundreds of years... hundreds of years! Your great-grandfather's great-grandfather wasn't even born hundreds of years ago! Hundreds of years!"
"But you were just hiding there, enjoying the show! I have never seen anyone more shameless than you!"
"Even if it costs me my life, I will kill you today, you insidious, treacherous little bastard!"
Huo Xuan Mountain roared and howled high in the sky, so furious he was practically fuming.
He unleashed his full power, blasting it viciously toward the sword. His eyes turned crimson. Just seeing that sword made him feel like he was being toyed with, mocked—as if he were the biggest fool in the world!
