Liu S sui opened his eyes and woke to find himself on the ground, with Little Lotus unconscious beside him.
Judging from what he could see, they must have fallen out of the sky into the mountains, smashing out a large pit. They were now lying at its bottom.
Liu S sui wanted to check on Little Lotus, but the slightest movement sent unbearable pain through his body, as though every bone had broken.
Only when he examined himself with his Sword Sense did he discover how gravely he was injured. Both his Sword Pellet and Demon Core had suffered tremendous shocks.
Little Lotus woke. Seeing his pale face, she instinctively tried to help him up, only to aggravate her injuries and spit out a mouthful of blood.
The flying sword hovering quietly in the air had also dimmed somewhat, no longer as bright and fiercely keen as before.
Liu S sui was astonished.
As the mastermind behind the Never-Old Forest, the Western Prince was certain to possess an extremely profound cultivation realm, but Liu S sui had still not expected a strand of his sword intent to retain such tremendous power across more than two hundred li. Even the Peak Masters in the Sea-Breaking Upper Realm of the Green Mountain Sect might not have been able to accomplish this. After all, sword intent was not an actual flying sword.
Something else shocked him even more: this flying sword.
Without it, they would certainly have been dead by now.
No matter how high its spirit tier was, the fact that it had withstood the Western Prince's thunderous blow without its master present was still unimaginable.
"Is this the legendary Immortal Tier flying sword?"
Whether because her injuries were too severe or because she was thinking of how this Immortal Tier