Never mind. That person only told Emperor Yu not to harm her disciple, that little girl. Even if I kill Jun Luoyu, that person would have no reason to trouble Emperor Yu, right? Zhibai convinced himself.
Zhibai knew just how powerful "that person" represented by Divine Tool Spatial Transfer was. But he and the "White-Haired Blood Devil," Xue Yileng, were friends bound by life and death. For a brother who would die for him, what did he have to fear?
Besides, that person had only said not to harm her disciple, a little girl. She had not mentioned Jun Luoyu.
"You think Divine Tool Spatial Transfer means you truly cannot die?" Zhibai slowly drew the divine sword Azure Blood from his back. In the past, he had always drawn his sword and struck at once.
But now, Zhibai was finally going all out.
Azure Blood Sword Art—Blood Shadow, Chaos!
Countless sword shadows instantly blanketed a hundred-meter radius centered on Jun Luoyu, shooting densely toward him. No matter where Jun Luoyu hid, he would be struck.
Bang.
With a crisp sound, Jun Luoyu appeared in another location, blood at the corner of his lips. "The Azure Blood Sword Immortal truly lives up to his name. You really are formidable... but killing me? Dream on."
Before his voice had even faded, Jun Luoyu mounted that rust-covered longsword and shot into the sky at high speed.
Although the attack was dispersed and each strand of Sword Qi held less than a tenth of my full strength, a Level 2 Immortal Emperor should not have been able to block it. Could that rust-covered sword of his... be no ordinary sword? Zhibai wondered, but he had already given chase.
Zhibai had guessed correctly. Jun Luoyu's rust-covered longsword was also a divine sword, and it had