Zhao Fu reached out and grabbed. Countless strands of black saintly aura surged forth, transforming into a massive black hand that carried an immense presence, shaking the surroundings as it grabbed toward the Imperial Killing Sword flying at him.
Clang!
The Imperial Killing Sword shot out countless blackish-blood-red sword lights, slicing Zhao Fu's black hand into innumerable wisps of black qi that dissipated.
Bang!
The Imperial Killing Sword descended and embedded itself in the stone ground before Zhao Fu. An invisible force spread outward, and the ground immediately cracked and collapsed, forming a ten-meter-wide pit.
A figure lightly stepped upon the Imperial Killing Sword's hilt. She was a woman dressed in a blood-red long gown, tall and slender, with fair skin and waist-length black hair. She was extraordinarily beautiful, with a pair of golden double pupils and an air of nobility.
This was likely the sword spirit born from the Imperial Killing Sword. Zhao Fu was somewhat surprised; he had thought it would be a Golden Dragon. The woman's double-pupiled eyes fell on Zhao Fu, and a radiant smile appeared on her face as she called out, "Sister!"
Zhao Fu froze, not yet understanding what was happening. The Golden Dragon within him also revealed a faint smile. Golden light emerged from Zhao Fu's body, and the Golden Dragon flew out on her own, transforming into a dignified and noble woman wearing a golden palace gown.
Seeing this, Zhao Fu was utterly dumbfounded. After being with the Golden Dragon for so long, he had never known that she could take human form. Moreover, she definitely had something she had been hiding from him. Before, Zhao Fu had thought she was the Dragon of Fortune, but now it seemed that was not the case at all.
"Sister! I truly never thought I