From a piece of ordinary iron, it had been tempered again and again by Xu Zimo.
Forged through a thousand hammers and a hundred refinements, fused with the Xuan Yuan Sword, and countless other materials.
This sword was no longer merely a weapon.
It was more like Xu Zimo's brother.
A brother who had fought countless battles alongside him, sharing life and death.
Whether in power or in its tacit understanding with him, Xu Zimo could guarantee that this sword was
unrivaled under heaven.
But what about Xiao Anshan? On the eve of this great battle, he had actually abandoned his own weapon, the weapon that suited him best.
And used the more powerful Chaos Sword instead.
The Chaos Sword was powerful, but this was only Xiao Anshan's first time using it.
There was no sense of tacit understanding at all, and he could not even become one in heart with the sword spirit.
A weapon and its wielder should have been one body.
Not each fighting their own battle.
The final result of this was that, when facing certain powerful moves, errors would always arise.
Perhaps when fighting others, such errors amounted to nothing.
But against a supreme expert like Xu Zimo, even the slightest mistake, once seized upon, would bring a heaven-destroying, earth-shattering attack.
"I did not attack you just now while your sword's might was spent. Otherwise, you would already be a corpse.
Do you know why?" Xu Zimo asked.
"Why?" Xiao Anshan asked.
"Because I disdain it.
To put it bluntly, you are not worthy.
If I wanted to win, I would have countless ways to do it even with my eyes closed. I had no need to choose such a contemptible and thankless way of winning."
Overlord Shadow in Xu Zimo's hand pointed at Xiao