"Hmm? Could it be that you've changed your mind?"
The Magic Sword's call for him to stay stirred Tiger King's heart. Joy appeared on his face as he assumed the Magic Sword had changed his earlier decision and intended to join him in dealing with Heavenly Saber Xiang Yang.
It was not impossible. Though the Sword God was braised pork and Xiang Yang was pickled mustard greens, one would grow tired of eating meat all the time, wouldn't one? Changing flavors now and then was not bad either. Besides, the Magic Sword had always been battle-hungry and eager for victory, so it was hardly strange for him to be tempted.
With that thought, he gained a little more confidence. With the Magic Sword aiding him, dealing with a Xiang Yang whose severe injuries had yet to heal would be more than enough. Even if Xiang Yang had merely laid out a smokescreen and his injuries were not so serious, it would not affect the outcome.
As for Xiang Yang being completely unharmed, Tiger King did not believe it, nor would anyone in the world. Attaining the Dao was not a cabbage that could be chopped whenever one pleased.
Taking a step back, even if Xiang Yang was wholly uninjured, it did not matter. The Magic Sword was, after all, an unparalleled figure capable of killing Xiang Yang head-on.
Yet the Magic Sword did not immediately answer Tiger King. Instead, he slowly rose to his feet, standing upon a sword platform forged from numerous melted sword blades. With a light stamp, surging demonic essence transformed into black circular waves of air that slowly sank downward.
Before long, under the impact of the demonic essence, a gleaming Green Steel Sword shot out from the enormous Sword Tower beneath his feet. Controlled by