The Sword Saint Big Demon Emperor's gaze was stagnant, "I hope to face the you who gives it your all. Even if I die, I want to die at a moment when I can see the ultimate extremity of swordsmanship."
Tang San smiled and said, "Who said that using this Grass Sword isn't the ultimate of swordsmanship? If you always see the sword as an external object, it proves that your heart sword has not yet been cultivated to perfection. I have once taught you what a sword is. What is a sword?"
As he spoke, the smile on his face disappeared, and he stepped into the void, swinging the Grass Sword in his hand in an illusory slash.
There was no majestic aura, but at that moment, the Sword Saint Big Demon Emperor felt an overwhelming sword beam of elegance approaching. In an instant, it was as if the heavens were inverted, and all evils seemed to have vanished from the world at that moment.
He almost blurted out, "The sword is justice!"
