Feeling Jiang Zhaoxia's terrifying Sword Qi, Old Ancestor Su Xing was both shocked and exhilarated.
He cast Zhao Zhen completely from his mind. Now he had decided to possess Jiang Zhaoxia.
Jiang Zhaoxia's aptitude was clearly no worse than Zhao Zhen's, and his cultivation was even higher!
Compared to Zhao Zhen's Immortal-Martial Arts, he coveted Jiang Zhaoxia's Sword Qi even more. There were countless paths of cultivation, but the one he yearned for most was to become a sword cultivator.
"Kid, let's see who's the one biting off more than he can chew!"
Old Ancestor Su Xing said with a sinister grin. He charged into the gale kicked up by Jiang Zhaoxia, and a black iron umbrella appeared in his hand from thin air. As he opened it, countless black insects poured out, sweeping across the shattered mountain wall like a dust storm.
Jiang Zhaoxia charged with his sword, its light flashing. The Sword Soul swung its sword alongside his right arm. Man and soul, together, unleashed two streaks of Sword Qi, scattering the thousands upon thousands of black insects.
Old Ancestor Su Xing's expression shifted. He bent sharply at the waist, dodging the Sword Qi.
Before he could straighten up, Jiang Zhaoxia appeared above him and swept his sword across, aiming to cut him in half. Old Ancestor Su Xing reacted swiftly, immediately raising his umbrella to block.
Clang!
Jiang Zhaoxia raised an eyebrow. His sword had been tempered by the Heavenly Works Hall and transformed into a true magical artifact, yet even with Sword Qi coating it, it had been stopped.
This black umbrella was no ordinary object!
And the man wielding it was even more extraordinary. He looked terribly frail, yet could maintain such terrifying combat strength.
Could he be an existence beyond the Nourishing Yuan Realm