"Buzzz..."
Though it was only a rebuke, to Xu Taiping's ears, it felt as though a thousand steel blades were piercing through his body.
Had his divine soul not been powerful enough, that sound alone would have severely injured him.
Yet for some reason, after he steadied his divine soul, a flicker of excitement suddenly crossed Xu Taiping's previously calm eyes.
"I'm beginning to understand how Senior Blade Ghost feels, always looking forward to my bladework improving so he can cross blades with me again."
Murmuring this to himself, Xu Taiping rested his hand on the hilt of the Thunder Soul Blade at his waist and stepped into the tower.
For blade cultivators, crossing blades with the powerful could certainly yield great rewards, but the whetstones that could raise their bladework to another level were not those far stronger than them, but opponents evenly matched with them.
Ye Feiyu, who had once competed with Xu Taiping for martial dao ultimate intent, was one such opponent.
And now, with his cultivation restricted and his martial arts constrained, Blade Slave was clearly the finest whetstone Xu Taiping could currently encounter.
"This junior is the Otherworlder Xu Taiping. Greetings, Senior Blade Slave!"
After stepping inside the tower, Xu Taiping met Blade Slave's gaze without servility or arrogance, then cupped his hands in a deeply respectful salute.
Only then did he fully make out Blade Slave's appearance and build.
Judging solely by his appearance, he was simply a blind old man with dark cheeks, prominent cheekbones, and an utterly unremarkable build.
Only his hands stood out, slender and fine, with clearly defined joints.
"Wait to one side. Once I've cut down these two ahead of you, it will be your turn."
After speaking, Blade Slave swept his eyes, which had only whites and no