Shang Shui had seen similar Sword Qi before. It had been outside the sleeping palace of the Dingguang Great Sage in the capital of Peace Kingdom: a gash nearly a hundred zhang long, carved straight between heaven and earth. The Sword Qi had seemed to lead directly into the netherworld; even walking beside that scar, one could faintly hear ghosts wailing and spirits howling.
The sword intent lingering on this piece of iron might soon dissipate, but Sword Qi that seemed to hail from the Nine Netherworlds hells was truly rare.
Whether it was a case of different tunes sharing the same wondrous beauty, or a single inherited lineage, was deeply thought-provoking.
"Are you sure this was damaged by that cultivator's Sword Qi?"
The sheep demon Shang Shui pinched the iron shard in his hand and tucked it into his sleeve.
"I saw it with my own eyes. If the Governor does not believe me, you may ask Iron Lute..."
Hmph.
The sheep demon cast a disdainful glance at the scorpion demon kneeling on one knee beside him, too frightened to speak.
What was there to ask such a thing?
"Was that cultivator powerful?"
"His divine abilities were exceedingly formidable. He could predict Iron Lute's scorpion-tail flying needles in advance, and he was unafraid of my methods for assaulting the soul. As for the might of his Sword Qi, Governor, you have already seen it."
The sheep demon nodded.
"Reverted Elixir cultivation?"
"I do not know. He should be at the Reverted Elixir stage."
Since when had the Seventy-Two Kingdoms produced such a figure?
"What is his background..."
"His methods looked somewhat like those of a Ghost Cultivator. That boy absorbed blood qi and manifested a ghost deity. He was extremely formidable."
The sheep demon stroked the whiskers on his