In the chaotic void, on the highway, inside the carriage, Tang Luo sat casually.
The Four Immortal-Executing Swords still floated beside him.
The Immortal-Executing Sword Spirit did not appear, nor did it seem inclined to communicate with Tang Luo.
It was not angry or anything of the sort. Sword spirits hardly possessed such emotions.
This indifference was the sword spirit's usual state.
What Tang Luo had said to it sounded utterly vile at first glance. The basic meaning was equivalent to, "You're going to die anyway, so let me use you."
But the sword spirit's way of thinking differed from that of ordinary people.
As a weapon of slaughter, it existed to wound and kill enemies. To the sword spirit, "cutting people down" required no explanation. Not cutting people down was what required an explanation.
Just as ordinary people ate three meals a day—did that need a reason? Not eating was what needed a reason: feeling unwell, having no appetite, trying to lose weight, and so on.
If one had to give a reason, it was to stay alive. If one did not eat, one would die.
Likewise, a sword existed to "cut people down." If it did not cut people down, then why did it exist?
To serve as an ornament?
At the very least, the Four Immortal-Executing Swords of Patriarch Tongtian were not ornaments.
Of course, that did not mean that anyone could run up to the Immortal-Executing Sword Spirit, say such words, and have it obediently follow them off to cut people down.
If anyone else dared to do that, they would one hundred percent end up getting hacked to pieces by the Immortal-Executing Sword.
The reason the sword spirit agreed to Tang Luo was, first, because Tang Luo had brought the other three swords; and second,