On the mountain behind the Meritorious Peak, Ye Chen was covered in blood and clenched tightly on half of the rusty sword.
"The sword bones were pulled out, and the Dantian was shattered... Because I don't want to offer the ancestral sword seal to the Young Pavilion Master?" He coughed blood and sneered, with the Wanzhang Sword Burial Abyss behind him.
Suddenly, the sword seal in his arms shook violently, and thousands of swords roared in the abyss! A hoarse sword sound penetrated the soul:
"The art of swordsmanship has been covered in dust for 90,000 years, and today we should wash away the sky with blood! Boy, do you dare to accept my 'Burial Sky' inheritance?"
Ye Chen jumped into the abyss, pointing his rusty sword straight at the sky: "In this life, I, Ye Chen, will sacrifice my life only for the sword in my hand!
