“You’re not dead! Good, good!”0

If Cheng Qishang was a normal person, he would have been shocked at Ye Qing’s survival; angry at the ease at which the young man had purged his Seven Wounds Sword Qi and Seven Wounds Sword Intent. But Cheng Qishang was a madman through and through, so he only got excited.0

“You are worthy of witnessing my seventh sword!”0

As soon as he finished, swords flew out of Cheng Qishang’s heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidney and mind. They were “Heart Damager”, “Liver Crusher”, “Spleen Breaker”, “Lung Mangler”, “Kidney Smasher”, and “Mind Fuddler”.0

The six swords did not possess a fixed quality. They could be fierce, gentle, heavy, light, tangible or intangible. But one thing for certain, an incredible amount of sword qi was gathering in one place, and sword intent was everywhere.0

Eventually, the sword qi transformed into a divine being over three hundred meters tall. He had three heads and six...0