"Without your true self to control it, even if it is the Celestial Sword, I want to see just how strong you can be!"
Ghost Eagle went completely all out.
RUMBLE!
CLANG CLANG CLANG!
The blood tower surged. Its eighteen tiers erupted one after another, crushing massive swathes of suppressing Sword Qi into powder. The blood sword whined continuously.
Finally, as Ghost Eagle materialized above the blood tower and stomped down, the Celestial Sword Bloodslayer could hold on no longer. It plummeted with a sorrowful whine.
"Hmph." Ghost Eagle let out a cold laugh. Cupping his palm, he lifted the blood tower and charged straight toward Mo Baijun. Looking at Mo Baijun, his eyes shone with excitement.
At this moment, Xu Yang was completely cast out of his mind. By killing Mo Baijun, an obscure Lord of the Wu Division like himself would become completely renowned throughout the Eastern Continent.
