Its body was indeed frighteningly hard, who knows how many years it had been tempered, and even one slash couldn't cut through it.
A sticky liquid, like blood, gushed out, emitting a foul stench.
"Alright, I will obediently become a tree god in the future..."
Feeling the intense pain from the roots, branches, and trunk, the Peach Tree Demon felt a wave of fear in its heart.
Having developed intelligence for over a thousand years, it hadn't lived enough yet, and didn't want to die.
For over a thousand years, it had been growing here and hadn't seen the bustling world outside, nor had it seen high mountains and waterfalls, deserts and seas; it couldn't just die like this.
"Weren't you going to eat me?"
Wei Fan's indifferent voice sounded, as True Power surged like a tide into the Tiger Soul Saber.
"I was joking..."
