Ning Xiaochuan stared at Lu Qingyuan, absorbing the vital blood energy fed back by the Demon Sword. "It can only be said that your understanding of Supreme Weapons is still insufficient. Supreme Weapons can already cultivate on their own and possess power belonging to themselves. Not to mention that the Heavenly Emperor Blade is the emperor among Supreme Weapons—a Supreme Imperial Weapon. Even if it only lends me one ten-thousandth of its power, killing you would still be more than easy. Of course, with my current physical strength, I can only withstand one ten-thousandth of a Supreme Imperial Weapon's power. Any more, and I would be burst to death as well."
"Cough, cough! Not even one ten-thousandth!" the Heavenly Emperor Blade said.
Lu Qingyuan burst into laughter. "Then you... then you... why didn't you use the Supreme Imperial Weapon's power earlier...?"
Ning Xiaochuan said, "Two reasons. First, I wanted to use the pressure you gave me to temper myself, to unleash the potential within my body at the edge of life and death and cultivate the Supreme Body. Second, I did not wish to overuse the Supreme Imperial Weapon. If I became dependent on it, the Supreme Imperial Weapon would control me."
The Heavenly Emperor Blade interrupted again. "What kind of talk is that? Am I that sort of evil blade? Actually, there is a third reason. Ning Xiaochuan already promised me he would give me your half-Supreme Weapon as a supplement, and only then was I willing to act. Speaking of which, Ning Xiaochuan, don't blame me for raising my price on the spot. If there isn't at least half a Supreme Weapon in the future, I absolutely will not lend you my power again."
After saying this, the Heavenly Emperor Blade found the azure pagoda, stabbed into it