"Co-Lord of Spirit Swords!"
Situ Cheng chewed over those four words, and endless astonishment gradually surfaced on his face.
His first reaction was actually displeasure.
"Why should our Destined Swords serve him as their master?" he said aloud.
His attitude was understandable enough.
A Destined Sword was the lifeblood of a Sword Cultivator.
Ever since the Blood recognition, Sword Cultivators had nurtured their swords day and night.
Behind every powerful Spirit Sword stood the painstaking effort of a Sword Cultivator.
So what did this mean now?
It was like half of his own wife's butt suddenly belonging to someone else.
Oh, you're the Co-Lord of Spirit Swords? Then did you ask the owners of those Spirit Swords for their opinions?
Don't let yourself become not only the Co-Lord of the Spirit Swords of Heaven and Earth, but also the common enemy of all Sword Cultivators!
The middle-aged scholar looked at his frowning junior brother and said with a smile, "It doesn't mean what you think."
His gaze drifted toward the direction where Chu Huai Xu lived.
"He may have embarked on an unknown path of the Sword Dao."
Within the Monastery, at the Back Mountain.
As an Eight Realm Expert, Old National Preceptor Ming Xuanji naturally sensed the sudden anomaly.
His brows furrowed slightly.
"What caused this? What happened on the Dao Sect disciples' side?"
"Why could it draw so many Spirit Swords and create such a phenomenon?"
Moreover, when he extended his spiritual sense toward that direction, he could not find Chu Huai Xu's whereabouts.
"Did Jiang Zhi cast a Restriction?" Ming Xuanji had no trouble guessing this.
Therefore, all of this had inevitably been caused by Chu Huai Xu.
He subconsciously raised his hand, preparing to perform a divination.
Then he stopped.
The reason was simple.
After attacking