Luo Zheng remained in a state of absolute calm, coldly staring at that sword soul.
But the sword soul gave Luo Zheng little time. After hovering in his mind for two or three breaths, its edge took on a murderous, twisting form and continued charging toward Luo Zheng.
"Again!"
A light gleamed in Luo Zheng's cold gaze, bright as the stars.
The sword soul of the Cheng Ying Sword was, in the end, merely a soul and not a true "sword." With constant attrition, he would eventually be able to take it down!
Thus, the golden light of Luo Zheng's soul flared once more...
Because Luo Zheng was inside a secret chamber, the Sword race, Yu Taibai, and Luo Yan failed to notice anything unusual.
Only Yuan Chengdao silently watched everything unfold.
However, Yuan Chengdao was also somewhat torn at this moment.
Rationally speaking, Luo Zheng's current strength was insufficient to conquer this sword. He was more likely to become the Cheng Ying Sword's Sword Slave!
Yet on another level, he held considerable expectations. He hoped Luo Zheng would conquer this sword through his own strength. Only someone like that would be worthy of his wholehearted assistance.
One hour...
Luo Zheng still sat silently inside the secret chamber.
Because the Cheng Ying Sword itself possessed the "Severing Soul Seal" divine ability, completely isolating Luo Zheng from the sword soul, even Yuan Chengdao had no idea what was happening inside Luo Zheng's mind.
Two hours...
Yuan Chengdao could no longer hold back.
If Luo Zheng truly became the Cheng Ying Sword's Sword Slave, it would be too late even if Yuan Chengdao intervened. By then, Luo Zheng's soul would have suffered some irreversible damage.
Two and a half hours...
By now, Yuan Chengdao was somewhat bewildered. No matter what, they should