"A duel between sword cultivators?"
Upon hearing Brother Cheng's words, Venerable Xi Wu's eyes suddenly shone with a captivating brilliance.
"I didn't expect you to be a sword cultivator too!"
He restrained the disdain in his eyes and even added a touch of respect.
"Since you are also a sword cultivator, I will use the methods of a sword cultivator to give you an honorable death."
As his words fell, the sword in his hand gradually began to glow.
However, the eerie thing was that no one present sensed any fluctuations of immortal power from him.
There were no rules or divine soul fluctuations either.
It was as if they had suddenly found themselves in an ancient forest untouched by humans for ten thousand years.
Everywhere was filled with vines and wild branches, nearly suffocatingly trapping everyone.
Looking as far as the eye could see, there was no daylight, only deep despair.
"Wood Sword Heart!"
