Fang Chen opened his eyes and looked up at the Realm Spirit Clone. "Senior, I want to use my bonded immortal sword as a medium to draw the Order Force out of the Ghost Immortal Emperor!"
The Realm Spirit Clone's brows drew tight. His gaze moved between Fang Chen and the Floating Immortal Sword for a moment before settling on Fang Chen's calm, determined eyes.
In those eyes, he saw the steadiness that came only from countless brushes with life and death—the certainty of someone who knew what he was doing and believed he could do it.
The Realm Spirit Clone took a deep breath and slowly nodded. "All right. I trust your judgment. But I'll protect his divine soul through soul resonance the entire time. If anything goes wrong, you must withdraw your sword at once!"
Fang Chen nodded. "Of course!"
He raised the Floating Immortal Sword level with his chest again and channeled Fusion Source Power into the Sword Body.
He did not use all his strength. Instead, he wrapped the Chaos Vortex at the sword tip in tightly controlled Sword Intent, guiding it closer with the care of a hungry diner told to pick up a piece of soft tofu with chopsticks.
Then he pressed the tip of the Floating Immortal Sword against the gray-white crack between the Ghost Immortal Emperor's brows.
The instant the tip touched the crack—
Buzz!
The Floating Immortal Sword shuddered violently. The Eight-Colored Dao Patterns on its Sword Body flared, and the Chaos Vortex at its tip spun faster than ever before. A visible stream of gray-white energy was torn from the crack and surged along the Sword Body into the spinning Chaos Vortex.
It was the remnant offensive force of the Spear of Order, filled with violent Destructive Will and corrosive