A little while later.
Amid bursts of air-tearing whistles like artillery shells, Jiang Dali's towering figure descended like a demon god. Gripping a disheveled, balding little old man in one hand, he tore through layers of mist and abruptly appeared before Zhu Wushi.
"Brother Jiang!"
Zhu Wushi stared in shock at Jiang Dali leaping through the gale, then threw back his head and laughed. "As expected, you are safe and sound."
"Brother Zhu! It's actually you!"
Jiang Dali looked in astonishment at the Dali Fire Qilin Saber in Zhu Wushi's hand, a long-missed smile appearing on his face.
"Buzz!"
Zhu Wushi released his grip, and the Dali Fire Qilin Saber traced a beautiful arc through the air. Like a trailing flame, it flew of its own accord toward Jiang Dali.
Jiang Dali laughed heartily, casually tossed the little old man to the ground, and caught the grim-green hilt of the Dali Fire Qilin Saber. In an instant, the entire blade surged like rising fire, radiating a wild and sinister glow as though flaunting the power hidden within it!
Even without the Realm Breaking Bead, this treasured saber, forged with the Inverse Scale of the Fire Qilin Sword and many divine weapons, remained a peerless vicious weapon comparable to the Snow Drinker Saber. Its might could not be underestimated.
Unfortunately, Jiang Dali also understood that compared to his ever-growing strength and inhuman physique, which had even surpassed the Dali Fire Qilin Saber, the saber now held more emotional value than practical use for him. It was like how Dugu Qiubai abandoned the Violet Myrtle Sword and the Black Iron Heavy Sword. It was not that he no longer felt anything for those swords, but that they had lost practical use in light of his more profound swordsmanship. Against top experts of