Return (200 Monthly Ticket Bonus Chapter)

After killing three men in a row, Xiang Yang's bloodlust had faded. He casually flung the Stone Saber away. Like a streak of aurora, it crashed down with a tremendous crack, the blade sinking straight into the center of the ten-foot-tall Bronze Armored Puppet's forehead as easily as a sharp knife piercing tofu.

Fifth Xianjun could not help but shudder. Had that been intentional, or accidental? Would those who came later still be able to enter beyond the Bronze Secret Door?

Xiang Yang clapped his hands and walked toward the jet-black saber sheath possessed by Qiao Zhen. He stretched out his right hand, and a force of suction seized the sheath and drew it flying into his palm. It was light as cotton fluff.

"This material is extraordinary. It was likely made from some soul-nourishing wondrous wood, like Soul-Nourishing Wood. No wonder it allowed Qiao Zhen to possess it and kept him from scattering into nothing after so long."

At the innate realm, one could nurture one's spirit into a primordial spirit, but once the primordial spirit left the body, it was still difficult to withstand the erosion of the Spiritual Energy Flux. It was much like a person without air, or a fish out of water.

This jet-black saber sheath was like air and water, giving Qiao Zhen a chance to cling to life. It was roughly equivalent to having a ring with an old grandpa inside.

In truth, Sang Zhe's original life trajectory had been quite promising. His birth should not have been particularly fortunate; that could be seen from his words, bearing, temperament, and spirit. Yet after obtaining the saber sheath and encountering Qiao Zhen, his life had undergone earth-shaking changes.

He learned martial arts, inherited the formidable demonic arts of the Demonic Blade lineage, and could