"Alright, enough chatting. My two grandmartial uncles from Divine Firmament can't hold on much longer."
"But seriously, Old Xiao, do you really not have any trump cards left? You're a Sword Emperor, and the Sky Net Sword Sect is a top-tier force. It can't be that bad, can it?"
Xiao Changkong's expression shifted as he replied, "It's not that I have none. But once I use it, the Sky Net Sword Sect's greatest trump card will become useless. And activating that thing takes some time."
"Is that so?"
A flicker of suspicion flashed across Lin Xuan's face. "Old Xiao, it's not that I want to criticize you, but at a time like this, you're still worrying about your trump card? Aren't you a sword cultivator? Where's that indomitable momentum of yours?"
"If the trump card is gone, then become the trump card yourself. What's so difficult about that?"
"Alright, watch yourself! I'm going to help."
With that, Lin Xuan rose into the air and charged toward the battlefield in the sky, where the Second Sky Fiend was fighting the two grandmartial uncles of Divine Firmament.
He completely failed to notice Xiao Changkong shudder at his words, a glint of brilliance flashing through his eyes afterward.
"So that was it?"
"I've been looking ahead and behind, and lost the heart of a sword cultivator?"
Xiao Changkong murmured softly, memories of his life rising uncontrollably in his mind.
In his youth, he had been high-spirited and vigorous, advancing by leaps and bounds. Alone with a single sword, he cut down every obstacle before him.
But later, after becoming the Sky Net Sword Sect's sect master, that bold spirit of his began to wither.
"That's right. If the trump card is gone, then I can become the trump card myself."
"Why have I