This was an immortal sword named Form-Slayer.
The Form-Slaying Sword did not slay elephants, but the forms of phenomena and imagination.
In short, it could cleave through every natural manifestation that existed in reality, and even sever the mental images of living beings.
The Form-Slaying Sword was a sentient treasure sword.
It had actually acknowledged its master when it was delivered, but without Owl's blood, it could not connect with his mind, leaving many of its abilities unusable.
Yesterday, after learning about the Form-Slaying Sword, Owl had dripped his blood onto it to activate its abilities.
Unfortunately, Owl had neither magical power nor any other kind of energy. Although the Form-Slaying Sword possessed boundless might, he could not bring out its full potential. He could only send it flying under his control, using its innate sharpness to sever the hair rather than unleashing Sword Qi to sweep everything away.
Still, that was enough.
Owl and Sa flew through countless severed strands of hair. More hair swept toward them from every direction, only to be blocked by the Form-Slaying Sword.
The two of them were like travelers carving a passage through ocean waves, darting swiftly through it. Every strand that tried to coil around them was severed by the Form-Slaying Sword. Cut hair danced all around them, but the wind they controlled blew it away before it could touch them.
Boom!
Under Owl's control, the Form-Slaying Sword abruptly changed direction after severing countless strands and slammed straight into the wall of hair. It pierced the thick wall, and Owl and Sa immediately flew through the opening. Behind them, countless strands formed a gigantic arm that reached for them, but Owl sent the Form-Slaying Sword wheeling back, slicing off all five fingers before circling around to slash at the roots on the