"Bang!"
Blade and sword collided, first with a tremendous crash, then with a series of rumbles as the concrete ground was plowed open.
A narrow trench seventy or eighty meters deep appeared in the ground. At its far end stood Zhao Qingcheng in a half crouch, both hands pressing desperately against his gleaming longsword. Only by blocking with all his strength had he barely managed to withstand that blow.
Now the renowned Sword Saint was breathing heavily, his expression dark.
Not far in front of him, Jiang Chen's Evil Self, who had taken the form of an Evil Sha general, shook the Black Light saber in his hand and muttered in dissatisfaction.
"How did that not chop this bastard dead in one blow? What a piece of trash saber!"
Hearing this, Zhao Qingcheng's expression grew even uglier.
Naturally, he recognized it as the artifact soul of a Supreme Powerhouse weapon, a treasure countless people dreamed of obtaining.
Even he, after abandoning his dignity as the man once ranked fourth in the world in the Sword Dao and choosing to serve the Master of the Artifact Gate, had received nothing more than a sword without an artifact soul that could barely qualify as a half-step Supreme Powerhouse weapon.
"No! Dark light forming an artifact soul, this is..."
Zhao Qingcheng suddenly realized it. Wasn't this precisely the thing the Master of the Artifact Gate had offered a reward and promises for people to retrieve-the Myriad Weapons Mother Anvil?
In that brief moment of shock, Jiang Chen's Evil Self had already raised the Black Light saber and charged again.
"Lay a finger on anyone in my Jiang Family, and you'll pay with your life!"
"Chaos-Dwelling Heavenly Blade!"
Greed appeared in Zhao Qingcheng's eyes, but his opponent's strength was far too terrifying. After some