765 Forget It Forget I (1/2)

Al Zhongguang's Vital Energy injected into the Withering Sword which exploded out.

The streak of Time expanded by close to ten times as it turned into many streams in the World River, charging and flowing toward the Dragon Shadow.

Beside Zhongguang, Xuanwei took out a small clock that flew into the sky as it ticked. When the sky darkened, the surrounding time was locked down.

”Time Technique, Withering, Fixed Eon Clock, so that was it!”

Looking at the situation, his lips curled and he felt a sense of enlightenment.

Since they were using these two items, then this Old Man Dragon Shadow and the Sword Saint of the past had no chance of surviving.

Opposite him, Daoling Sect's Fenghua scoffed, his gaze was totally cold.

Since they knew that Dragon Shadow would personally descend on this area, then how could Daoling Vast Habitat not have a plan to deal with him?

Time and Withering, they both required a lot of effort and used up a lot of resources...

A Withering Sword, along with all the energy and potential that Zhongguang released through suffering heavy injuries to activate and buff the time, how was Dragon Shadow going to deal with it?

This person was Zong Shou's Master and was extremely strong with the sword. One could see how talented he was since he was able to create a Grade-10 Saint Spirit Level Sword Technique like the Nine Dragon Shadow Sword.

Unfortunately, he had already been stuck in the Saint Realm for 10,000 years. He only had 30 years of lifespan left. With this Time Technique striking him, even if he was extremely strong in the sword, his abilities unrivaled, there was nothing he could do about it.

He was most probably going to die here this time.

He spent most of his focus on the Cloud World.

As long as Dragon Shadow died, Zong Shou would pay for the death of Old Man Potian.

The Beautiful Skull Demon from Yuanshi Demon Sect was laughing in a satisfied manner. She was really excited.

The destruction of a Saint, that was something one might not even manage to see in 10,000 years.

Xueyi licked his lips once more as his eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty intent.

He looked toward Dragon Shadow like he was looking at food.

Out of all of them, only Wen Xu's expression was extremely complicated. He looked at Zhongguang mercifully, but also with pity.

Aokun was also laughing, his laughter was extremely evil and weird.

The people there didn't know what he meant and were just felt totally confused. Moments later, everyone turned their attention back onto Dragon Shadow.

Even if the Time River had charged right in front of him, his expression didn't change much.

He just started smiling and then he reached out with his right hand.

With a flick of a finger, there was a series of Spiritual Energy explosion noises. The Time River was actually forcefully retracted into a single point by some power. It returned to its source, most of it transforming back into Spiritual Energy and Essence Energy.

The metallic shrapnel gathered together and reconstructed itself. In just a moment, a long sword appeared in Dragon Shadow's hand.

It was white and long like before, there was nothing different and there were no changes. The sword body was smooth and shiny. One couldn't see any signs of this sword having exploded before.

”What a good Withering Sword!”

Dragon Shadow held it in his hands and looked closely before he praised. Then, he asked curiously, ”Was this made for Wu Xu? It is most probably personally crafted by the Qingxuan Taoist Lord right?”

When this question was asked, no one gave a reply. The entire World River was quiet as death.

Everyone here including Zhongguang who slashed out was startled. They all looked at the scenes ahead of them with their mouths agape.

They all had the same thought in their minds.

How did this happen?

This Time Sword, the full blow of Saint Realm Essence Energy exploding out. How did Old Man Dragon Shadow receive it so easily?

The Withering Sword which had obviously been broken apart was reforged in an instance. It looked as perfect as before with no damage at all. What kind of joke was that?

Silent for a moment, Zhongguang comprehended something, only feeling his mouth tasting something bitter. He asked, ”Have you reached the End Realm?”

”What do you think?”

Dragon Shadow laughed as a wave-like Spiritual Energy surged back, injecting into the Withering Sword. His face was extremely calm, ”I have some relationship with the Qingxuan Taoist Lord, normally speaking I should treat him with kindness. However, that person wants to target my disciple, trying to kill him every day, using all sorts of methods. If I don't do anything, people will laugh at me for being useless! Time Withering, scoff! Do you all want to claim my life? To bully me for not having enough lifespan? Then, I have no choice but to fight back...”

He thought about it for a moment before he made his mind up, ”How about this! You all slashed me with a sword and I will return one to you. If you can take it, then I will let you live, in case others say that I am bullying the weak and being unreasonable!”

His voice was gentle, however, when the people here heard this, their faces were covered in cold sweat.

Everyone found it hard to breathe.

Zhongguang's face was drained of blood.

To take one sword from an End Realm expert? He didn't have the Sword Technique level that Dragon Shadow had then...