Bab 927: Windshooter Era Emperor

And just like that, an ancestor of Blade Immortal died. And his death was by the hands of his own Ten Slaying Blades.

Everyone looked at the blades dancing within Jin Rou's side. They were asking for him to take them. They looked stumped as this was not something that happen in a daily basis.

Jin Rou shook his head, "Unfortunately, I can't take any of you. You should find a suitable master, and oh, make sure that the person is goodwilled so that you will not be used as a killing weapon at all times."

Who knew how many died by these blades? Perhaps a million? Or a billion? They should have grown accustomed to it, but it looked it wasn't the case.

The blades looked disappointed but still left afterwards. No one here was worthy of wielding them. They had to search for that fated one themselves. It was already their luck that they weren't destroyed.

Now that Tenblade Ancestor was dead, Jin a Rou looked at Thunder King and Lostwind and asked, "Are you still going to have a go?"