Dugu Jian Xiaoxiao stood where he was, watching Luo Zheng's movements with an indifferent gaze, yet a trace of mockery lurked between his brows...
In his eyes, Luo Zheng had been able to stand before him only because of a bit of good luck—and because of the Slaughter Saint Spear of the Demon Night Race in his hands.
The one who had forged this spear had indeed had some ideas. By combining the strengths of two Divine Woods, its power could be brought to the utmost limit... "That Dark Iron Sword is communicating with him faintly," "but all Four Great Divine Woods are incomparably vast. This is ultimately only a section of one of them, with no more than a bit of spirituality. Weapons born in this Heavenly Dao naturally possess deficiencies. The roots and stems of this Divine Wood can extend beyond the Wall of Sighs and absorb the endless Chaos Energy. Without the nourishment of Chaos Energy, even a Divine Wood can only become rotten wood. Heh heh! Go ahead and massacre him without worry! Let him understand what a true disparity is!"
Dugu Jian Xiaoxiao nodded with a smile. The Dark Iron Sword was not merely his weapon; it was also his close friend and honored teacher. It could be said that without this sword, he would not possess anything he had today...
"This Luo Zheng seems to have had a grudge with Dugu Jian Xiaoxiao before?"
"Heh, I'm not optimistic about Luo Zheng in this battle. I don't think Luo Zheng is a spear wielder. He has relied on the sharpness of the Saint Spear to fight his way up, but once he encounters a Dao Child with genuine ability, his true form will be exposed!"
"Dugu Jian Xiaoxiao's sword is very special. That sword is