*Grit*
Sea King Modu gritted his teeth.
‘I thought it was strange but now I know why. This blood essence is merely a projection I created for this clone, but when it was damaged I even sense that it had reached the real blood essence that was with my original body in seclusion. Even my original body’s soul was injured somewhat. It’s because his Sword Spirit was formed from his soul, it must have gained the ability to attack my original blood essence and soul through the soul connection I have with this clone, bastard.’
“If you think I turned my soul into a Sword Spirit then you're wrong.”
As Shi Chun said that, he lifted his hand, and a formless sword made of golden energy formed in his palm.
“It only started to become like this after I began learning sword techniques.”
Shi Chun looked at the Sword Spirit in his hand with a complicated expression.