"Su Yuan, your current situation looks pretty dangerous."
As they flew toward the Sword Slave army, Xuan Ji Sword grew restless again:
"How about giving me a try?"
"You only need to pour spiritual power into me, and I can unleash enough power to sweep everything aside for you—far stronger than Crimson Origin Sword, that little girl whose intelligence hasn't even fully developed."
Su Yuan wasn't swayed in the slightest by Xuan Ji Sword's routine seduction.
In principle, a sword master and his Natal Sword weren't allowed to harm each other. But Su Yuan was certain that as soon as he took hold of Xuan Ji Sword, the demonic sword would drain every last drop of his spiritual power in an instant, claiming it was necessary to fight their enemies.
"It's not time to use you yet. Behave yourself."
Su Yuan snorted and immediately sent out the tendrils of his Senluo Spiritual Root, binding Xuan Ji Sword even more tightly.
The spirit of Xuan Ji Sword let out a muffled groan and fell silent again.
And Su Yuan's words weren't just for show. He meant every word.
Not long ago, he had already used the speedrun effect of the "Speedrun Cultivator of Demonic Arts" title, and learned how to use Xuan Ji Sword safely.
As long as he met a certain prerequisite, he could draw the sword.
And he could do so without any danger at all!
He just hadn't met that prerequisite yet. There was no need to rush.
Before long, Su Yuan and the Sword Slave army were charging toward each other head-on. They were less than three kilometers apart.
For Sword Cultivators, three kilometers was only a few breaths away.
At this distance, Su Yuan could clearly make out every detail of the Personal Guard Sword Slave