Time flew like a shuttle; the years sped past like an arrow.
Wang Wu had never expected that, to complete the fusion of the Fire Sword and Ice Sword, to ensure the Fire Sword was thoroughly integrated, he would spend a full five years on it.
A full five years!
Including that previous year, it had already been six years.
Outside should have long since become a pot of porridge, shouldn't it?
Princess Lark, I've let you down! Left Demon Emperor, I've failed the trust you placed in me!
I offer you both my apologies here.
Ah, it really was wonderful.
For after five full years of nurturing and tempering, that Fire Sword had finally achieved perfect resonance with the Ice Sword, merging into one and becoming a Destined Ice-Fire Flying Sword!
In terms of quality, it was not the slightest bit inferior to Yue Shan's Destined Flying Sword.
At that moment, Wang Wu stood within the cave. As his qi and blood shifted and his aura mingled like yin and yang, his body naturally transformed into a handsome, sunny young man with bright eyes.
He was precisely Lu Wuchen's third personal disciple—Yue Shan.
He dared bet that even if Yue Shan himself came, he would be unable to tell real from fake.
"I need to kill him and take his identity. That's part of the future cowardly survival plan."
Wang Wu muttered to himself. With a thought, the Destined Ice-Fire Flying Sword drifted down as smoothly as flowing clouds and running water, automatically transforming into a scabbard on his back. The entire process was dazzlingly beautiful. He truly looked like a handsome, elegant young human prodigy.
With a faint smile, Wang Wu transformed back into his Bear Form. The Destined Ice-Fire Flying Sword immediately became a grain-sized point of