(PS: I deleted drafts several times before finding the right feel, sorry for the late update.)
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Hearing the spirit of the Divine Tree speak through the air, Wang Jixuan still felt a little stunned.
One thing was the word “bitch” — that title didn’t seem like something Xiao Sang would say;
the other thing was…
She wanted him to catch a sword from the Nine-Spirit Sword Venerable? Wasn’t that way too much praise for him? Not to mention he was still a bit short of Golden Immortal now— even if he managed to step into Golden Immortal and had Elder Hou’s cultivation, it would still be very difficult to take a sword from the Nine-Spirit Sword Venerable, right?
Competing with the Sword God Palace for resources, Wang Jixuan felt like Xiao Sang simply thought his enemies were too few and their health bars too long!
How could that be…
Wang Jixuan’s soul puppet was already grievously wounded; it couldn’t recover a single iota and it could hardly move a finger.
He had exhausted every last vestige of potential and magic in this immortal body; the dragon-python spirit was nearly dissipated.
His objectives had, more or less, been achieved.
At this moment, however, he began to feel a force nourishing his dao-body.
The force was gentle yet domineering.