"Have you all finished thinking it over?"
In Fusang City, Xiao Kongtong still dragged his burlap sack, wore Ba Zunan's face, and smiled up at the Saints in midair.
After knocking down that forgettable demi-saint from the Cheng Clan and driving off his fair-weather friends, he had set his sights on the Alchemy Saint, Lu Shiyu.
More precisely, on the Great Luo Nine-Heavens Profound Life Sword in his hand.
"Tenth on the Famous Sword List, known as the Life Sword. In ancient times, it was once one of Great Sword Saint Hua Weiyang's personal swords."
"After changing hands time and again, it lost its sword bearer in this era and came under the City of the Living Futu's protection."
"Yet it has not failed the name 'Life Sword.' Healing the sick and saving lives—one sword can see it through to the end. But a sword is still a sword. It governs ferocity and killing. The one suited to wield it must ultimately be a swordsman steeped in slaughter, not an Alchemy Saint, Weapon Saint, Array Saint..."
Xiao Zunan hoisted the old burlap sack over his shoulder and slowly stepped into the air.
He spoke freely as he went, without restraint, utterly ignoring the increasingly grim expression on Weapon Saint Tie Dameng's face. Then his voice suddenly rose, carrying in every direction:
"Everyone came here today under my guidance."
"The Life Sword has remained anonymous in the City of the Dead Futu for so long. It is time for it to emerge into the world, wouldn't you say?"
As Xiao Kongtong spoke, he cast his gaze toward the four sons of the Burial Sword Tomb below, Old Gou and Old Feng, as well as Lei Shuangxing and the others who likewise carried Famous Swords.
No one answered him.
Yet he nodded