Zhang Sheng was feeling a little lost.0

Since the day he created his Dao Foundation, his immortal sword, Void Cutter, had never tested its edge against any opponent. It was because Blue Rain was enough to handle the few battles he was embroiled in.0

Today, Void Cutter finally got the opportunity to test its mettle, and its “opponent”… was a lump of metal?0

If his sword was sapient, he wondered if it would fly off in a fit of rage.0

“Please cut it, Junior Brother!” Yu Zhizhuo urged once more.0

Zhang Sheng snapped out of his trance. He wasn’t really sad, he was just… lost. He could not understand how he, an outstanding talent of his era, an unmatched prodigy who had always overcome all obstacles with a Dao Heart of Invincibility, had arrived at this point.0

However, he was a man of his word. From the moment he accepted this mission, there was no going back. Thus, he hid a sigh and unleashed a wisp of grayish sword qi—so fine that it resembled a strand of hair—from his left pupil. The sword qi circled around...0