"What happened? You don't want to enter my body? You're pretty rude. You hurt my emotions. Pay for that!" Long Chen laughed as he flew towards the Dark Spirit with his Dark Sword, intending to cut him.
The Dark Spirit was still feeling the burning pain and wasn't able to move. It could only watch Long Chen come closer to it.
Was he going to die? That's what the Ancestor thought as he saw the intimidating sword coming towards him, roaring to cut him apart. He had no hope left.
The Sword of Time reached near the Dark Spirit, but it couldn't hit.
A metallic sound was hurt as the Sword was intercepted by another sword.
"Young man, enough is enough. All three demands of yours were fulfilled. Now leave and don't interfere in our tournament. Or..."