"Haha!"
"Hahaha..."
Witnessing such a scene, the Seven Kills Sword Master suddenly burst into mad laughter, as if possessed.
His remaining strength was just one sword.
After this sword, it would decide whether he would live or die.
Whether he could advance further on the Immortal Path, whether the Seven Kills Divine Dynasty would be completely annihilated, whether his many bloodline descendants, his master's many successors, and everything he held dear would continue to exist in this world.
Everything would depend on this sword of his.
How interesting could this be?
"Haha!"
"Your Majesty,"
"Please behold this final sword of this old man who has practiced swordsmanship for millions of years. There should still be some talents left in this world. Please see this sword."
The Seven Kills Sword Master's smile disappeared, and he calmly released his final sword.
Clang!
The Seven Kill Sword unsheathed.
