章節 952: Power Slowly Forming

With a thought, the blood-red sword shot out from his sleeves and hung in front of him.

In just a moment, it regained silence. The sword ring sound also ceased.

Was this Nameless Sword Sword Spirit warning him?

However, what was there to warn him about? How weird…

Zong Shou impatiently smacked the sword body to ask it. However, it only made a soft "Wu" sound before going silent.

Zong Shou was totally confused. Thinking about it, the message the Sword Spirit sent over was rage.

It was anger, like a kid having something he loved snatched away.

However, Zong Shou didn't know why it did this. 

He was connected by heart to the Nameless Sword, but it hadn't reached such a level where he could understand such random noises.

What followed was disdain, like it looked down on that thing.

The Sword Spirit felt like it was being underestimated and dirtied.