"Do you regret it now?" Xuan Tu said. "Back then, you bound me here so I would have to watch those juniors meet their miserable ends. But you never expected the faint aura seeping from the Xuanyuan Sword to heal my wounds, did you? There was very little of it, but it accumulated. Ten thousand years! I thought that after you wounded me so grievously back then, there was no way I could recover, and that merely clinging to life was already a stroke of immense fortune. It seems Heaven still took pity on me. Jade Butterfly, you killed so many divine beasts from the Divine Beast Holy Land and tormented so many juniors. One after another, they slowly exhausted their essence blood repairing the Xuanyuan Sword and died in agony. I can let all of that go. Can the grievances between you and Little Yi end here?"
Watching these juniors die in agony had pained Xuan Tu.
But the Xuanyuan Sword still had to be repaired. No matter what, it was the number one divine weapon in the world.
It was the most effective divine weapon against the Demon Hall.
There was even the upheaval Zuo Qiu Yi had mentioned would come ten thousand years later. With the Xuanyuan Sword, perhaps they would have a better chance.
Thus, although these juniors' deaths pained Xuan Tu, he could only endure it.
Without their essence blood, who knew how many more years it would take to repair the Xuanyuan Sword?
Some things were bound to demand sacrifices. It was simply their divine beasts' turn to make that sacrifice in repairing the Xuanyuan Sword.
"Old fool, you can let it go? What could you do even if you couldn't?" Xuanyuan Jade Butterfly snapped, her slender brows rising. "Don't think recovering from your