Sword Demon looked at Ye Lin before him and gave Blade Fanatic and Iron Hammer a warning.
He was about to get serious. Afraid his next strike might be too fierce and injure Ye Lin, he warned the two in advance so they could protect him.
"Isn't this... taking things a bit too far?"
Blade Fanatic looked at Sword Demon's earnest expression, hesitation in his voice.
It was only a simple sparring match. Was there any need to go this far?
This was getting a little out of hand.
"I want to see just where the limits of this Innate Spirit Treasure lie."
Sword Demon's voice turned cold.
His competitive spirit had been thoroughly roused.
He was a sword cultivator of the Third Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm, one renowned throughout the Eastern Region. How could he possibly lose to a mere Innate Spirit Treasure?
An Innate Spirit Treasure was mysterious and powerful, yes.
But surely it could not be that powerful.
He wanted to test its limits for himself.
Could a single Innate Spirit Treasure make up for a fatal gap in cultivation?
He did not believe it. Not for a moment.
"Since you're in the mood for it, senior, I'll gladly oblige."
Sword Demon's seriousness surprised Ye Lin, but he felt no fear. If anything, a trace of anticipation rose within him.
He also wanted to see whether he could defeat Sword Demon with this Innate Spirit Treasure.
The Innate Spirit Treasure won't let me down.
"Good."
"This next strike will be spectacular."
"If you can't block it, run. Blade Fanatic and Iron Hammer will protect you. You won't get hurt."
Sword Demon beckoned, and the ink-black Long Sword behind his back appeared in his hand.
Terrifying Sword Dao Law surged around him.
Its dense, fearsome power made the space