Seeing the opponent's attack sweep in once more.
This time, Su Mo did not retreat. He increased his strength and reached out to grab again.
An even more powerful Chaos Great Hand spread over like a canopy of heaven. Without any surprise, it seized the giant sword in its grasp.
As though it possessed its own intelligence, the giant sword struggled frantically, trying to break free from the Chaos Great Hand's control. Yet no matter how it struggled, it could not escape.
"How are you this strong? I surrender, I surrender!"
Zhu Yun's voice came from within the giant sword, and he stopped struggling as well.
"Don't admit defeat yet. I have something to ask you!"
With a casual flick, Su Mo tossed the giant sword aside.
The next moment, the giant sword scattered apart, turning into countless tiny swords once again, while Zhu Yun's body condensed anew.
"What is it?"
Zhu Yun sized Su Mo up, uncertainty churning in his heart. The person before him was simply too powerful.
Without even needing to lift a finger, as though teasing a child, Su Mo had him completely under control. His strength was absurdly outrageous.
"Does your Sword Clan all cultivate the Sword Dao?"
Su Mo asked in a deep voice.
"Of course!"
Zhu Yun nodded. Out of respect for the strong, he would answer ordinary questions.
"How do you cultivate the Sword Dao?" Su Mo asked again. He himself had once cultivated the Sword Dao, but as his cultivation rose ever higher and his strength grew ever greater, he had long since abandoned his Sword Dao.
Even though he still used a sword now, it was merely as a sword-type divine artifact. It was no different from using any other divine artifact, and had long ceased to have anything to