The flying sword gave a mournful cry, and the gaunt middle-aged cultivator grunted as he staggered back...
"You've already fused with it to this extent? How can you still move freely... this shouldn't be possible!"
With a stir of his mind, he sensed that the keen tip of his Life-Bound Flying Sword, as slender as a flying needle, had already been damaged. The middle-aged cultivator's heart ached terribly...
Sword Slave slowly floated in midair and said coldly, "There's plenty you haven't thought of. You call yourself Youyun Jushi, you're a hundred and forty-seven this year, and your Life-Bound Flying Sword is named Dragon Thorn. Forty-five years ago, on Woniu Ridge, you trampled an old cultivator's face... you've forgotten, haven't you?"
"Who exactly are you? How would I remember something from decades ago?"
Sword Slave smiled coldly. "It doesn't matter if you don't remember. Take your time thinking about it after you die... no, that's not right. You're no great figure of the Immortal Sect. You don't qualify to settle accounts after death... hahaha..."
A cold gleam flashed through the eyes of Youyun, a sword cultivator at the perfected Sixth Realm. He turned and fled toward the river...
Rumor had it that even wielding the Immortal Sword, each generation of the Taihua Sect's Sword Slaves could only match a Sixth Realm sword cultivator in battle. If they tried to reach the fighting strength of the Seventh or Eighth Realm or higher... the Immortal Sword would instantly devour their divine soul, turning them into walking corpses! Why could this fellow overpower him and still remain lucid?
Sword Slave quietly watched the fleeing sword cultivator and sneered. "If I hadn't said I was only here to make trouble for Song Wenguan, you'd probably have fled long ago... I came especially to kill you