"Master Tu Sunshi, are you looking down on me? Are you letting this kid tickle me?"
Although the black-armored man said this, his eyes were fixed on the sword above Han Muye's head.
This sword had a sharpness that made his heart turn cold.
Even Heaven Realm demons had times when they felt fear!
Back at the foot of the Nine Mystic Mountain, Han Muye had controlled the sword of the soul to injure the sect master of the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect, Zhang Cheng.
At that time, Zhang Cheng was at the Heaven Realm.
However, compared to the long sword above his head, that sword was completely like a firefly compared to the bright moon.
The sword formed by Master Tu Sunshi's soul condensed into a corporeal sword intent.
In the sword light, there was a dense sword qi.
Rather than saying that this was a sword of the soul, it was more like the condensation of Master Tu Sunshi's lifetime of sword cultivation.