Don't say it—really, don't say it.
A stream of hot liquid splashed down, and the Sword Ghost, who had fainted from rage, actually showed signs of waking up.
Han Wu hurriedly took two steps back and continued tempering his Sword Intent, pretending he had never stopped.
The Sword Ghost slowly came to, feeling a dampness on his face. He smacked his lips. Salty.
He immediately assumed Han Wu had attacked him.
But when he looked closely, Han Wu was still tempering his Sword Intent. That earnest, unwavering expression made him doubt his own guess.
"You're awake." Only then did Han Wu speak.
Seeing Han Wu acknowledge him, the Sword Ghost roared at him impatiently, "Why aren't you dead yet? Why are you..."
Faced with the Sword Ghost's crazed questioning, Han Wu frowned and said irritably, "Out of things to say? How about you calm down before talking to me again!"
Having been talked back to, the Sword Ghost grew even angrier. With a wave of his hand, he unleashed hundreds upon hundreds of dense Sword Qi strikes onto Han Wu.
But Han Wu had already become completely immune to the Sword Ghost's Sword Qi.
No matter how many times the Sword Ghost tried, nothing would change.
Once the Sword Qi subsided, Han Wu lightly dusted off dirt that did not exist, his expression full of helplessness.
As though the Sword Ghost before him were an idiot who only knew how to rage impotently.
Han Wu simply decided to fish for the Sword Ghost first. He ignored him and let him properly reflect on where he had gone wrong.
Ignored by Han Wu once more, the Sword Ghost erupted in anger again, venting uselessly without stirring even the slightest ripple.
After several rounds of this, the anger in the Sword Ghost's