This Stone Saber had originally been nothing more than an ordinary rock from deep underground, carved by Xiang Yang's force. Its surface was riddled with tiny pits and dents, and it was inferior even to the Ten Refinements Steel Saber of an ordinary Blacksmith Shop.
The reason it appeared so astonishingly spiritual, no different from a divine weapon, was entirely because it was held in Xiang Yang's hand.
Some people could not become blade gods even with a divine saber in hand, while others could slaughter gods and demons and do anything they pleased even wielding a wooden blade or a Stone Saber. Without question, given Xiang Yang's realm and cultivation as the Heavenly Saber, he belonged to the latter.
"Chaos Yin Yang Way, kill."
With that single word, kill, Zhou Tong instantly unleashed his strongest cultivation and technique, determined to take Xiang Yang's life in one blow.
As black and white True Qi intertwined, the yin and yang energies within a hundred li were overturned and their laws thrown into chaos. Like ten thousand rivers returning to the sea, the two energies were wholly drawn into Zhou Tong's hands, making his palms even sharper and more exposed than a Peerless Divine Weapon before he thrust them forward with the current.
In a daze, Zhou Tong thought of his only son, Zhou An.
The child's adorableness as a baby, his troublesome ways in childhood, his diligence in youth, his bashfulness at marriage, his carefree ease in seclusion...
Then all of it turned into the thick, smoldering unwillingness of death.
Mottled bloodstains, a scarlet expanse, stabbed into Zhou Tong's heart. His killing intent surged fiercer, his hatred grew more resolute, and even the Chaos Yin Yang Way he drove forth swelled severalfold in power, as though it would grind heaven and