Yang Su barely dispersed the fierce sword energy, his body retreating several meters as he stared fixedly at the Xuanyuan Sword in Yuwen Tuo's hand.
"Xuanyuan Sword!"
The moment Yang Su saw the Xuanyuan Sword in Yuwen Tuo's hand, he cried out in shock. The Ten Great Divine Artifacts had always been what he dreamed of obtaining.
Now, the Xuanyuan Sword, which represented the strongest power, had appeared before him. How could Yang Su not be astonished? Besides, the Xuanyuan Sword had once been in that person's possession.
It had been in the hands of that mysterious expert. So how had the Xuanyuan Sword ended up in the hands of the man before him?
Yuwen Tuo stroked the blade of the Xuanyuan Sword and said calmly, "You are right. This is the Xuanyuan Sword."
Yang Su finally came to his senses. No wonder the man before him had looked so familiar. Staring at that familiar face, Yang Su finally remembered him.
"Yuwen Tuo, you're Yuwen Tuo?" Yang Su narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the man before him. He bore some resemblance to Yuwen Tuo, the prince of Northern Zhou from Yang Su's memories. Wasn't this Yuwen Tuo?
Seeing that Yang Su had called out his name, Yuwen Tuo sneered. "You old dog finally remember me."
"I thought you'd gone senile."
Seeing Yuwen Tuo admit his identity, Yang Su said, "So the stray dog from back then has come knocking."
"What? You think you can barge into my Grand Tutor's Residence just because you have the Xuanyuan Sword? You've got some nerve!"
"Yang Su, you old dog, enough nonsense. Since the Xuanyuan Sword fell into my hands, it has never tasted blood. Today, your blood will serve as an offering to the Northern Zhou imperial family." Holding the