Inside Junzi Temple, Xu Ziqing was somewhat stunned.
He knew very well what it would look like if he held the sword in his right hand.
When that happened, Senior Brother would not be facing me, but the sword left behind by the Dao Ancestor!
Although only one of the Nine Seals had been unsealed, Xu Ziqing still knew how astonishing its power was.
"Senior Brother is truly strong, stronger than any First Realm cultivator!"
"But if he were facing it after one seal had been undone..."
Xu Ziqing glanced at the Sword Case behind him. "Even Senior Brother would have no chance of winning."
This showed just how powerful the Bronze Sword was.
Little Xu almost blindly worshipped Chu Huai Xu, yet even he felt that Chu Huai Xu could not win.
Its power carried an overwhelming suppression in terms of rank.
It was a completely different kind of power from the Spiritual Power within cultivators.
What was more, when he held the sword in his left hand, the Sword Spirit was asleep.
Under those circumstances, the Bronze Sword would devour the opponent's Spiritual Power on its own.
If he held the sword in his right hand and awakened the Sword Spirit, it would devour the power actively!
He was not even sure whether the sword's sinister nature would leave Senior Brother with irreversible hidden injuries!
This pure-hearted youth had not considered himself very much at all.
At this moment, Xu Ziqing looked up at Junior Uncle Ancestor and mustered his courage.
"But, Junior Uncle Ancestor, isn't the purpose of the East-West Continent Grand Competition to select the strongest First Realm cultivator?"
"If I hold the sword in my right hand, then even if I win, it will be an unfair victory."
The youth possessed a pure heart. Since