Why Should I Return What I Borrowed with My Own Ability?

"You mean we won!?"

Xian Yunzi stared at Qin Feng in a daze.

If the Upper Realm Immortal's corpse hadn't been plummeting freely from the void, he still wouldn't have believed Qin Feng had actually borrowed the swords of the world and successfully slain an immortal.

"I feel like I've forgotten something!?"

The Wuling Holy Land Master suddenly murmured, "Forget it. I've been thinking for ages and still can't remember. It probably wasn't anything important."

"This is the end!"

Jiang Xue and Jiang Wushuang exchanged despairing glances.

They didn't want anything to happen to the Qin Family, but they wanted even less to see it rise again.

If the Qin Family rose again, the ancestral foundation of Wushuang City would be in danger.

But now Qin Feng had slain an Upper Realm Immortal in the name of righteousness. The Qin Family's resurgence had become unstoppable.

"I haven't let you down! The immortal is dead!!"

Qin Feng's booming voice once again rang across the Ancient Wasteland, announcing the news to the world like a victorious conqueror.

As for the swords of the world he had borrowed, aside from those shattered when he attacked the Upper Realm Immortal, he had forcibly stuffed all the rest into the Boundless Sword Box—including the immortal sword the Upper Realm Immortal had wielded.

Any sword that had survived a great battle against an Upper Realm Immortal was certainly no ordinary weapon. Add a few materials and reforge it, and it would become a divine sword.

So his top priority now was to unify the Ancient Wasteland as soon as possible, then become a foolish tyrant and plunder the people's wealth.

What!?

Return them!?

He'd borrowed them with his own ability. Why should he return them!?

"Ding-dong! Congratulations, Host, for snatching the fruits of victory from the