Qingyun Sect, at the bottom of the waste wood cliff, the cold wind rolled up the gravel and hit Ling Chen's bloody body. He was huddled in the corner of the cliff, with several broken ribs and black blood spilling from the corner of his mouth - that was the "Waste Spirit Powder" administered by Mo Chen's cronies, completely sealing off his already weak spiritual roots. "Ling Chen, you are a lost dog, how dare you hide the Ling family's secret treasure?" The disciples taunted from above, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer. When he was on the verge of death, the sword-shaped jade pendant on his chest suddenly became hot, and an old voice rang in his mind: "Little baby, the sword bone is not destroyed, so how can we talk about it being useless?" The jade pendant shattered, and a pale golden light merged into his body. The broken bones healed quickly, and waves of numbness came from the sealed spiritual roots. "I am an ancient sword spirit. I can help you counterattack and take revenge." Ling Chen suddenly opened his eyes, and the sharp sword light flashed in his eyes. He knew that his father's death was no accident, and he must expose Mo Chen's conspiracy. At this moment, the disciple who was chasing him had jumped off the bottom of the cliff, and the countdown to death had officially begun.
