A valley surrounded by mountains on three sides stretched out before them, and waves of ear-piercing sword cries rang out from within.
Wang Qingshan stood on a vast Bluestone Plaza. Countless Broken Swords lay scattered across the ground, while nine Flying Swords flashing with immortal light completely surrounded a Silver Flying Sword. The Silver Flying Sword released fierce Silver Sword Qi that slashed toward the nine Flying Swords.
Wang Qingshan changed his Hand Seal, and the sword light of the nine Flying Swords surged. Countless streams of fierce Sword Qi swept out, drowning the Silver Flying Sword's figure as waves of air surged like a tide.
"Do you want to die? Or follow me? Choose for yourself."
Wang Qingshan's voice was cold.
He had become separated from Wang Changsheng and the others when he discovered this valley. Here, he had found a Mid-Grade Dao Artifact that had given birth to an Artifact Spirit and planned to subdue the sword.
The Silver Flying Sword erupted with dazzling silver light, and a silver-robed boy with regular features appeared.
"Stop! Don't hit me anymore. Your strength isn't weak. Following you won't be a loss."
The silver-robed boy spoke.
Wang Qingshan opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of Essence Blood. He formed a Hand Seal, and the Essence Blood transformed into a Blood Lotus that flew toward the silver-robed boy.
The silver-robed boy instinctively tried to dodge, but the nine Flying Swords immediately trembled lightly, emitting ear-piercing sword cries.
A trace of fear appeared in the silver-robed boy's eyes. He did not resist, allowing the Blood Lotus to fly into his body.
Wang Qingshan released the Stone Man and Wang Lei, having them take charge of vigilance while he calmly refined this Mid-Grade Dao Artifact.
A vast, boundless Red Bamboo