"Sword..."
Time stops.
In Zhong Heng's eyes, there was only this sword.
The longsword was three feet long, its green edge stained with blood, mottled with rust.
A sense of antiquity and sharpness rushed towards him.
"My River Map talent can analyze all divine techniques and turn them into my own..."
"But it seems I can also see deeper things, only..."
"What exactly is this rusty sword... and why can I see it now..."
These thoughts flashed through Zhong Heng's mind.
The next second, he suddenly detached from the analytical state.
The silence around him turned into a deafening roar that echoed through heaven and earth.
Even as a Nascent Soul Cultivator, at this moment he felt discomfort in his ears.
Beside him, Zhu Xing was in bad condition, with two streams of blood flowing from his ears.
"Battle!"
"Zhong Heng, Zhu Xing, assist me!!"
Yunmiao's aura soared to its peak.
At her forehead, a sword scar mark seemed to slowly emerge, yet something seemed missing.
