"Zhou Buyu, you are also a Sword Immortal Divine Seed renowned far and wide. What skill is there in bullying the few with the many? If you have the guts, let me fight that bastard Yun Shi one-on-one!"
Ke Hei's eyes were blood-red, his fists flashing like thunder. Mad Dao Power wrapped around him, making him resemble an ancient ferocious ape as he alone stood against two Divine Seeds. His black robe was soaked crimson inch by inch. He fought himself into madness, yet his situation was dire. His Source Energy was depleted, his body covered in wounds, and he could not hold on much longer. He had never imagined that Zhou Buyu, whose reputation had always been excellent, would be so despicable.
"Tell me Xiao Chen's whereabouts, and I will spare your lives!"
Zhou Buyu stood motionless in the void, his expression grave. Behind him hung countless sword lights, resplendent as divine rainbows spanning the universe. Every word and movement of his secretly conformed to the heavenly way, while an incomparable divine might capable of destroying heaven and earth lurked in the unseen.
Ever since his failed attempt to assassinate Xiao Chen not long ago.
A heart demon had taken root within him.
His Dao heart had been damaged.
He deeply regretted it, secretly hating himself for launching that sneak attack!
The sword.
Charged ever onward.
The sword.
Would rather break than bend.
As a sword cultivator, one should fear neither danger nor peril, harbor ambitions to swallow the heavens, cut through brambles everywhere, sing loudly as one advanced, and look down upon every enemy in the world.
Xiao Chen was merely from some desolate little dynasty. Even if he possessed a bit of talent, what could he amount to?
Why had there been any need to kill him