What surprised Ye Lin was that what radiated from the old man's body was not Buddhist light, but Sword Qi.
A sword cultivator, a monk?
At this moment, those two words came together.
Ye Lin found it rather marvelous.
As for the woman, she held a red sword in her hand.
The two locked eyes, their edges fully bared.
"I thought you had truly become a monk. I never expected you would still pick up the sword."
"What is it? Are your six roots not pure enough, or did the Buddhist sect refuse to take you in?"
The woman looked at the monk before her and let out a cold laugh.
Her words brimmed with icy chill.
"Song Xue, it ended between us long ago. You do not need to keep clinging to me. There is no longer any possibility between us."
"I will not abandon the sword path. Instead, I cultivate both the Sword and the Buddha."
"The current you are no match for me. Give up."
After saying this, the monk pressed his palms together and chanted a Buddhist invocation.
A golden long sword floated in the Void behind him.
"Heh..."
"Dual cultivation of Buddha and sword?"
"You are also at the Seventh Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm. Have all these years of cultivation gone into a dog's belly?"
"You say I am pestering you? Why don't you piss in a puddle and take a good look at yourself? Are you worthy?"
"Today, I will use the sword in my hand to sever the connection between us."
With that, Song Xue moved the long sword in her hand. Her entire body turned into an afterimage as she rapidly closed in.
"Why must you do this?"
Feng Yuan clasped his hands together. At that instant, the long sword behind him erupted