After standing there in a daze for a full ten breaths, Wu Tong finally recovered from his shock and understood why neither the Golden Light Figure nor the Sword-carrying Elder had paid him any heed.
"I never thought that I, a dignified Mahayana Cultivator, would one day be reduced to an ant in someone else's eyes!"
As he muttered to himself, an unwilling look appeared on Wu Tong's face, but he soon let out a dejected sigh. The methods both sides had displayed were simply too terrifying!
After calming himself for a moment, Wu Tong looked toward the slowly healing Black Spirit Wood Heart, a trace of regret appearing on his face.
Though he did not know the origins of the small sword the Sword-carrying Elder had taken away at the end, he was not completely ignorant of it.
It could be said that this sword was what had enabled the Wood Race to rise to prominence in the past!
Once the Black Spirit Sacred Tree reached maturity, it could rival a Mid Mahayana Stage cultivator. Under normal circumstances, however, this process was exceedingly slow, and the later it progressed, the greater the disturbance caused by gathering Earth Veins.
Thus, logically speaking, when the Wood Race had still been weak, the surrounding clans should never have allowed them to successfully cultivate it!
Yet back then, the Wood Race had fortunately obtained the Milky White Small Sword and used a secret technique to help the half-grown Black Spirit Sacred Tree absorb and refine the spiritual qi within it.
Only then had the Black Spirit Sacred Tree matured in an extremely short period of time, protecting the Wood Race to this day!
Unfortunately, after cultivating one Black Spirit Sacred Tree, all the spiritual qi in the sword that could be absorbed had