At the same time, the Demonic Sword Tiangou's Sun-Devouring Sword Qi manifested as the head of a vicious hound covered in fangs, shielding Zhou Tong within its enormous body.
"Senior Brother, I never thought the sword you were secretly forging really was the Demonic Sword Tiangou."
Zhao Qian did not seem surprised.
At that moment, regret filled his eyes more than anything else.
"You all call him a demonic sword, but to my eyes, all are tools for killing. What makes one higher or lower than another? Besides, even Qingxuan's restrictions did not stop me from forging Heavenly Hound."
Zhou Tong looked utterly unconcerned. As he spoke, he even reached out to stroke the enormous black hound formed by the Demonic Sword Tiangou with great affection.
"To forge the Demonic Sword Tiangou, you must sacrifice the flesh and blood of your closest kin to the Black Hound Sword Spirit. Once the sword spirit is born, you must feed him the resentment of living people. So, Senior Brother, did you feed my nephew Zhou Lu and my niece Zhou Yuan to Black Hound some years ago?"
Zhao Qian's expression turned utterly cold.
"Utter nonsense."
Zhou Tong sneered, but made no particularly forceful attempt to refute him.
"All these years, you secretly instructed Jin Yue to incite Jin Hezhi to commit evil in Qingxuan. That was also to feed this Heavenly Hound Sword Spirit, wasn't it?"
Zhao Qian continued, his expression icy.
"Do you know, Junior Brother? The Heavenly Hound Sword's Sun-Devouring Sword Qi can not only swallow the heavens and blot out the sun, but also devour people's memories."
As Zhou Tong spoke, he lowered the hand stroking Black Hound, then looked at Zhao Qian with a faint, ambiguous smile and continued:
"After this strike, no one here will remember that