Lu Qingshan's eyes opened again, and the Oblivion River Sword had deeply pierced through Yuan Cang's glabella.
Within the glabella lies the sea of consciousness, and within the sea of consciousness resides the Cultivator's Primordial Spirit.
The Oblivion River Sword had already passed straight through Yuan Cang's Primordial Spirit.
He could afford to make mistakes twenty-four times, but Yuan Cang could not afford even one.
This time, Yuan Cang made a mistake.
Today, he traded six hundred years of his lifespan for the Heaven Suppressing Triple Swords, in exchange for combating the Sixth Realm from the Fourth.
Lu Qingshan did not withdraw his sword, but instead released his tight grip on the Oblivion River Sword's hilt with his right hand.
Then, with a whoosh, Lu Qingshan held a green peach blossom sword in his hand.
Lu Qingshan, with his consciousness already somewhat fuzzy, forced himself to control his trembling legs and stood up straight.
Puchi.
