"But lacking the Immortal Sword for reliance, this sword's might is reduced by at least seventy to eighty percent. If we both give it our all and resist together, we should be able to withstand it and not die."
Chen Xing shook his head, steadying Chen Yin. The latter's injury was of the Divine Soul, while his own was of the flesh.
No wonder Chen Yin, who leads the White Sun Lineage, harbors such deep-seated unease and shadows.
"It's easy to say, but if your good disciple indeed takes that sword, at least one of us won't make it."
Chen Yin snorted coldly:
"Moreover, it was agreed upon that the trial would hone your disciple's Divine Soul and Dao Heart, enhancing his understanding of the Sword Dao... In the end, we're the ones suffering!
How could a martial artist who had never touched a sword suddenly trigger the sword technique essences within your Dao injury? It truly is bizarre!"
Chen Xing's lips curled up, as the vague pain in his internal organs seemed somewhat eased:
