Perhaps it was the terror of being dominated by Dan Qiulin time and again. At some point, Song Changge had developed a peculiar hobby: he would carve rotten wood into long swords and practice swordsmanship with them.
But as it turned out, he didn't have Dan Qiulin's skill. Though he could wield a long sword made of rotten wood, he lacked Dan Qiulin's Sword Intent, the kind that could cut down everything beneath the heavens. He couldn't bring out even one percent of his strength. In fact, his sword strikes were less fierce than the sword beams he could unleash with his bare hands. So his plan to use Dan Qiulin's methods against this formidable foe fell through.
Song Changge had long since forgotten about this hobby, but some rotten wood had remained in his storage ring. He'd forgotten all about it. After all, as someone in the Earth Emperor Realm, he didn't need to light fires to cook.
At that moment, high above Great Desolate City, Dan Qiulin raised his right hand and reached out into the air. Song Changge, who was hiding in the crowd from Qingyun Holy Land in the distance, felt the storage ring on his finger tremble faintly. A piece of rotten wood flew out of it, as if to soar into the sky and fly to Dan Qiulin.
Song Changge was dumbfounded. After suffering at Dan Qiulin's hands time and again, he didn't dare say a damn thing when Dan Qiulin took his things. All he could do was tremble.
One could only imagine how furious Song Changge was. With so many people in Great Desolate City, why pick on me? I haven't bothered you in ages!
Just as Song Changge seethed in silence, someone stepped forward on his behalf: Hua Tianyi, the Saint