The Soul-Splitting Divine Bow

With a sudden slash, a sword cleaved the void before the two of them and shot straight for the old monk.

Feeling the force of that sword strike, the old monk's face, usually as solid as rock, changed color at once. It turned faintly red, then pale, and finally ashen.

His expression could not have been worse.

Caught in the wind, he steeled himself and shouted, "Kill!"

The instant he unleashed his divine sense, he swung the spirit sword in his hand.

"Clang..."

In a flash, the Divine Sword emerged. Its invincible Sword Qi swept out in a streak of sword light.

The sword light swept past, and its terrifying Sword Qi sent stones flying from the ruins. An aura that seemed to tear heaven and earth apart bore down on the old monk! "Divine Sword..."

Feeling the Divine Sword's invincible momentum, the old monk's expression changed.

He had never dreamed that this seemingly unremarkable broken sword was actually a Divine Sword!

Impossible!

A Divine Sword like this must have been left behind by an ancient Immortal Emperor. But where could immortals possibly come from in this world?

Even so, protected by his divine sense, the old monk still did not retreat.

Instead, he said coldly, "A broken sword thinks it can defy heaven?"

"Heh."

Wang Xian gave a cold laugh. A howling streak of Sword Qi had already slashed toward the old monk!

"Buzz!"

A mass of golden light surged out and enveloped the old monk.

In an instant, a three-zhang-tall Buddha statue appeared behind him. It stared coldly at the sword slashing through the wind and struck with its palm...

Wang Xian let out a long howl and swung the Heaven-Suppressing Sword through the air, slashing straight at the Buddha statue protecting the old monk.

The Heaven-Suppressing Sword,