Watching the Lifespirit Treasure gradually taking shape above Fang Wang's head, Sword Saint's eyes flashed with disappointment.
It's not a sword, what a pity!
But then the Sword Saint thought of his own impending death, and his gaze dimmed again, as he no longer had any other choices.
He stood on the surface of the lake, quietly watching Fang Wang.
As the Lifespirit Treasure became more solid, its aura grew stronger, attracting clouds to gather overhead, rapidly transforming into thunderclouds, with the sound of thunder rolling in the distance.
Afar, the sword cultivators on the surface of the lake who were comprehending the Sword Dao all looked up, confusion appearing on their faces.
Xiao Zi looked up and saw the changing weather, a worried expression in its snake eyes, afraid that the commotion would cause trouble.
Just then, it felt an unimaginable pressure coming from behind, Xiao Zi turned its head and its snake eyes widened in shock.