The moment he struck out to intercept the Golden Light, that swift golden gleam pierced his palm and burrowed straight into his soul.
"You would stoop to... such a despicable trick?"
Wen Xu flicked his sword, looking every inch the lofty, self-possessed gentleman. "What nonsense are you spouting, Workshop Master? If we're talking about despicable tricks, you're first in the field. Who would dare challenge you?"
Chapter 393: Rushing Qi
Wang Jiwen was a madman, but he was not so deranged that he had lost all reason. His madness lay in casting aside the rules of the world, losing what made him human, and setting his obsession upon the highest throne.
He even believed that if he learned the Way in the morning, he could die content that evening.
And a madman who valued the birth of the Divine Sword above all else would never allow the mottled, tangled spiritual energy gathered from an entire city to flow straight into the sword embryo. Wang Jiwen had been able to draw Cheng Wei into the formation—and had grown so gaunt—because he had embedded himself in the Spirit-Seizing Formation as well.
Spiritual energy poured endlessly into his body, passed through him as a "Fire Spiritual Root" conduit, then emerged as the fire spiritual energy the sword embryo needed. The process was agonizing, of course, but to a madman, that pain was nothing.
When Cheng Wei arrived, the spiritual energy forced into Wang Jiwen had even raised him to the Body Integration Realm. Mottled spiritual energy drove the magma toward him in a heedless rush. If Cheng Wei dodged, he would be safe, but Rongyuan City behind him would fall into a calamity beyond redemption.
Wang Jiwen might not care, but Cheng Wei did.
So he had no choice but to fight. The