"Stop talking, let’s leave." Situ Ming’s face was extrely gloomy, and without even greeting Master Tang, he turned and left. Being watched today, he had no face to stay.
"Situ Ming, don’t go yet. Did you see the Divine Weapon erge? Tell us, don’t keep it all to yourself." An Ancient Martial Artist shouted to stop him.
"Yeah, yeah..." The other Ancient Martial Artists also chid in, even Master Tang and others looked at him.
Situ Ming paused, turned his head to glance at the jeering Ancient Martial Artists, his face very unpleasant: "If you want the Divine Sword, go find it yourself!" After speaking, he walked away without looking back, and the Situ siblings also left with him.
Anyone with sharp eyes could see that a battle had taken place here, the deep pit on the ground indicating that the fight had been quite intense, and naturally, the result of the fight was Situ Ming being hung on a tree. So Ancient Martial Artists were gloating, yet also worried that the Divine Weapon had already been taken.
"Master Tang, I too will take my leave. Whether I can find the Divine Weapon depends on luck." An elder clasped his fists in a salute, then leapt off in a different direction.
As soon as the elder left, the other Ancient Martial Artists also clasped their fists in salute, then successively left, eager to find the erging Divine Weapon.
Before long, only Ling Zishan and a few others remained in the woods. Master Tang glanced at her: "Ling Pavilion Master, so calm, could it be that you already know the whereabouts of the Divine Sword?"
Ling Zishan calmly smiled and said: "With the Divine Sword erging, it belongs to the fated. Being anxious is of no use."
Master Tang made no comnt, but looked at Wang Wanxi, saying sothing unrelated: "Congratulations Miss Wang on finally advancing to Innate."
"Compared to Master Tang, I still have a long way to go." Wang Wanxi said very modestly. It was genuine modesty, not just polite words. She was well aware of the strength of this Qingshuang Pavilion’s Sect Leader, unfathomable, even beyond her father.
Master Tang said nothing further, nodded to Ling Zishan, and, with a light step, soared into the air, leaving as cleanly and neatly as when he ca, without a trace of dust.
Once she left, the remaining won also did not linger, each leaving, but what they were thinking inside, only they knew.
While everyone was scouring the mountains for the "Divine Weapon," Lin Tian, the main character of this event, stood inside a cliffside cave. This cave was located midway on the cliff, unreachable from above or below, rather dry, and even had man-made stone benches and stools, along with a crude stone bed. However, the books placed at the head of the bed were already decayed.
Lin Tian realized that the cave he inadvertently entered was actually a place where soone had secluded themselves in the past, possibly a predecessor from the Qingshuang Pavilion.
However, Lin Tian rely glanced around before retracting his gaze, once again focusing on the new sword in his hand.
"Master, betrayal should be punished by death." Charlotte stood coldly behind Lin Tian.
Earlier, while seeking shelter from the rain, she had heard Lin Tian explain the reason for the new sword’s flight, and the traitor was the Sword Spirit of the Sword of the King.
"No, don’t kill ! You can’t bla for doing this!" The Sword Spirit hastily shouted upon hearing it would be executed.
Lin Tian raised an eyebrow, expressionless, "Not bla you, then who should I bla?"
"You can’t bla yourself, but this king is soone with thoughts, with pursuits. I need freedom." The Sword Spirit argued.
"Alright, even now you’re trying to play tricks. If you don’t suffer a bit, you won’t know how to behave!" Lin Tian’s face turned cold, and in his anger, a purple fla mark appeared between his eyebrows.
A purple fla ignited from his palm, imdiately burning towards the sword hilt, spreading along the hilt, then to the blade, and finally to the tip. In a blink, the sword in Lin Tian’s hand had beco a Fla Sword.
"Ah..." The Sword Spirit let out a miserable cry and began to panic: "Why can’t I absorb the Purple Fla Energy?"
"Nonsense, without my permission, you think you can absorb the Purple Fla Energy? Hmph, now it’s purgatory for you, taste the consequences of betraying !" Lin Tian said each word coldly.
With a thought, the purple flas surged violently, fiercely refining the new sword.
"Ah..." The Sword Spirit once again let out a cry of agony, as if it were being burnt by Hell Netherworld Flas in the Eighteen Layers of Hell, the pain piercing its very soul.
"Lin Tian, stop it. If you burn this king like this, you’ll also destroy the hard-forged sword!" The Sword Spirit shouted loudly, trying to persuade Lin Tian to stop.
But Lin Tian seed determined to destroy it, completely unmoved: "If even the Purple Fla cannot be endured, the sword is not needed. Let it be buried with you, you should feel honored."
"Honored my ass, this king doesn’t want to die!" Realizing Lin Tian’s determination, the Sword Spirit stopped begging and started cursing.
Lin Tian just sneered, not bothering to respond, simply controlling the purple flas to continuously burn.
Suddenly, Lin Tian felt a slight tremor from the sword in his hand, then sothing strange happened. The sword in the purple flas slowly changed shape, soon transforming into the form of a Tang Sword.
Lin Tian’s eyes lit up. He recognized the shape of this Tang Sword as one of the fused materials, the Ghost Orb.
"You can change shape!" The once cold and silently tortured Lin Tian couldn’t help but speak, because this scene was so incredible. Behind him, Charlotte’s eyes were wide open, full of disbelief.
As if responding to Lin Tian, the new sword transford again, the Ghost Orb disappearing, becoming a large Western sword instead. This great sword Lin Tian also recognized, as another fused material, the Sword of the King!
"Master, what is happening?" Charlotte asked curiously.
"It should be the work of the Transformation Stone." Lin Tian imdiately thought of the Transformation Stone, innerly overjoyed; this was exactly the weapon he had dread of.
Seemingly sensing Lin Tian’s relaxed mind, the Sword Spirit spoke again: "Lin Tian, you’ve seen the prowess of this king. As long as you let go, this king can make an equal collaboration with you, letting you use all these aweso features. Rember, it’s an equal collaboration, and you can’t force to do anything."
It turned out the Sword Spirit wanted to negotiate. Imrsed in the miracle, Lin Tian smiled, only coldly. The Sword Spirit still didn’t understand him. In his heart, there was never room for negotiation with "betrayal." He loathed betrayal; it was Lin Tian’s forbidden area!
In response to the Sword Spirit was even stronger purple fla. The originally surging purple fla suddenly contracted, its power not diminishing but becoming more condensed. The Sword Spirit, still dreaming of a glorious future, was caught off guard, letting out another screech more horrible than before.
"Lin Tian, you bastard..."
"Lin Tian, you heartless..."
"Lin Tian, this king will never yield to you, you heartless bastard..."
"Lin Tian..."
The Sword Spirit cursed endlessly, gradually its voice diminished.
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