Mu Qingluan respectfully said, “Fellow daoist Zuo, please rest for a moment and leave this to us.”

As she spoke, she eagerly looked over.

Li Mingxuan was a bit angry, but his anger rapidly faded away. It was then replaced by heroic and valorous spirit.

“Miss Mu, please rest assured that as long as I am here, I will not allow this ugly and horrible demon beast to harm you in the slightest.”

Humph!

Surname Zuo, I’ll remember this!

He lifted a hand and thrust out. The Hundred Sword Boat began to shake as it started to contract on itself, becoming thinner and thinner until it transformed into a horrifyingly large sword.

Black slaughter energy tumbled around, almost condensing into essence. Lifelike phantoms appeared, rearing back their heads and sadly howling into the air.

Forging the boat from swords, the boat was also a sword!

Although they were only remnants, a hundred remnants made one whole. It was unknown how much slaughter and blood those swords had been tainted by. When gathered together, one could imagine the power they contained.

A sword slashed out, slaughter energy overflowing through the world. Before it fell, it had already seized the heart and mind of the ...