Yang Ye watched as the Sword Precursor and Justice collided.

Bang!

In an instant, the starry sky shook violently, and then countless rays of sword energy shot toward the surroundings.

Yang Ye watched as some fragments crashed down from above.

The Sword Precursor’s fragments!

It had been destroyed!

Yang Ye gazed at the fragments in silence.

A moment later, they descended before Yang Ye.

Yang Ye touched them gently, and then he collected all of them.

At this moment, he couldn’t contact the Sword Spirit anymore.

He looked up at Justice, and it was glowing with sword energy as it gradually descended toward him.

Yang Ye cracked a smile and stretched out his hand. An instant later, a blood red sword appeared in his grasp!

The Sword Precursor!

At a distant point in the clouds, a woman who was playing a game of Go suddenly looked down. A short while later, she grinned, “A pretty good sword. A sword needs a good master, but the sword itself is important. Seeking the ordinary through death, and a sword made of blood. Interesting indeed…”

In the starry sky, Yang Ye launched...