The Lord of the Sword Dao was fierce and valiant, and contrary to expectation, he actually attacked the purrling. The purrling could come and go as it saw fit in the Halls of Heaven, yet the Lord of the Sword Dao wasn’t afraid. He certainly lived up to his reputation of having thoroughly tempered himself by cultivating the sword of the heart. There was nothing that could possibly shake his sword heart.

He was the sword. The true and ultimate sword.

BAM!

And right now, he was like a steel needle piercing into polished glass.

The purrling was surrounded by a huge bubble, but the Lord of the Sword Dao sent his sword stabbing into that bubble. His sword rotated, moving millions upon trillions of times per second as it burrowed inside. Sadly, it was to no avail. The purrling’s bubble was something that not even he could pierce through.

Purr!

A bubble shot out and headed directly...