Feeding his sword with his own blood!

Blood surged incessantly from Yang Ye’s wrist into Sword Spirit.

In just a short while, Yang Ye had turned pale.

Meanwhile, Sword Spirit took a deep and long glance at Yang Ye before going down to the river’s bottom.

Yang Ye lowered his hand.

He knew she wanted to grow stronger and continue fighting by his side, and he wanted the same!

Regardless of whether it was the Sword Supreme, Primordial Axe of Creation, or any other weapon, they weren’t as important as the Sword Precursor to him. It had been by his side throughout his life, and it was the only sword who was willing to become a sword of slaughter for him.

As for why he hadn’t been using her lately, it wasn’t because he felt she was too weak, he was protecting her instead.

His enemies were much, much stronger than him, and the slightest mistake may lead to her death.

Just like when he was against the founding ancestor of the Immortal Estate, both the Sword Supreme and Invincible...