The Upcoming Sword Festival

"You will not harm Jingyun!" Jian Chen drew his sword, radiant light bursting from his body.

"You are all wrong," Jian Tan said gravely. "What I seek to forge is a sword greater than Peerless. The prerequisite is for Bu Jingyun to become Peerless's master."

"There will never be a sword greater than Peerless!" Zhong Mei roared, no longer able to maintain the unruffled composure he had shown from the beginning.

Jian Tan using Baiwang to absorb Peerless's true essence was something he could accept, because Peerless's true essence was its true body—the painstaking work of three generations of the Zhong family.

Every sword in the Sword Pool was a vessel for Peerless and could potentially become Peerless.

In his eyes, Baiwang, that soulless sword, was merely another vessel.

But something greater clearly meant destroying Peerless!

"You intend to make an enemy of me?" Xiongba narrowed his eyes, lightning-like cold flashes flickering within them.

Jian Tan ignored Xiongba. "Go, Bu Jingyun. Take Peerless. It is waiting for you."

"Yes. Protect Chu Chu for me." Bu Jingyun did not hesitate in the slightest, even if he might become a sacrifice for that greater sword.

He calmly stepped into the earthfire, allowing it to scorch his body.

He had lived most of his life in darkness and pain anyway!

There were not even five things in his life that had truly brought him happiness.

Darkness and pain had always been his destination!

The Unweeping Death God had always been darker than darkness itself!

So long as he gained the strength to defeat Xiongba and avenge himself, he was willing to give everything.

Besides, these flames hurt far less than watching Kong Ci die before his eyes.

The obstruction between his Kirin Arm and the rest of his body—the Sanjiao Xuan Guan that