"Young Master Shang, there's no need to worry or be too anxious. Even if they've walked into a trap, the few people before us are nothing more than a bunch of mobsters," the robed man in black sneered. His body slowly rose into the air, and a desolate, tyrannical shockwave of Sword Qi burst forth like a storm that had been bottled up for who knows how many years, suddenly exploding. Birds and beasts all around fled in all directions.
A raging, monstrous killing intent surged like a tsunami. A small, transparent sword wrapped inside a transparent barrier emerged from behind the robed man in black.
"The last person I executed was only at the early stage of Spirit Transformation. I didn't expect you to be a body practitioner, which truly takes me by surprise. I wonder if a middle-stage Spirit Transformation body practitioner can withstand my Sword Embryo."
"The Misty Sword Embryo?" Lu Xiaotian narrowed his eyes, the warnings from Luo Zhongting and Dongfang Yi still ringing in his ears. Previously, he had wondered all along why this robed man in black seemed to be targeting him from the start without making his intentions clear. Could it be because he had cultivated the Misty Sword Embryo?
"The Misty Sword Embryo? The pinnacle of the Misty Sword Art? To think it has only been cultivated to this state, heaven truly helps me. Fellow Daoist Lu, since you cultivate the Misty Sword Art, you walk the same path as I do. Between the two of us, only one can survive. Reveal the Misty Sword Embryo you have cultivated!" Hearing the words "Misty Sword Embryo," the robed man in black burst out laughing, looking at Lu Xiaotian as if gazing upon a rare treasure of the world.
"You aren't cultivating the Misty