Chapter 624 True Pride

The senior said before that he would make the Tianxuan Continent tremble, and now he said that if Qin Xuan could break the sword, he would lose. His tone was so arrogant that even Qin Xuan was impressed.

Qin Xuan's face was extremely solemn. He was holding his breath now, but he was despised like this. It seemed that it was time to use his real strength...

Qin Xuan's mind moved, and the Starry Sky Map in his body started to work. Endless starlight splashed out and poured into Qin Xuan's dragon arm, turning into infinite power.

At this moment, Qin Xuan only felt that his whole body was filled with power. His arm swelled so much that it seemed to explode. He instantly grasped the hilt of the sword and pulled it up desperately.

At first, the sword still did not move, but as the power released by Qin Xuan became stronger and stronger, with a slight sound, the sword finally moved up half a centimeter.

Qin Xuan's eyes suddenly flashed with surprise, and a steady stream of power poured into his arm, and the sword also came out little by little.

"Is that all the speed? Can you go faster?" The man spoke again, revealing a hint of contempt in his tone, as if he looked down on Qin Xuan.

Qin Xuan finally gained some confidence, and the smile on his face had not yet bloomed. After hearing this, he froze there, as if he had suffered a great blow.

"From what the senior said, this stone tablet is called the Eternal Demon Tablet. It must be a powerful magic weapon. I am only a Yuan Wang. How can I easily draw the sword? Could the senior have done it back then?" Qin Xuan retorted angrily.

After this, the man's expression could not help but stagnate. He didn't seem to be so strong back then, but since it had come to this point, he naturally couldn't lose his momentum. He only heard him say lightly: "I wasn't strong back then, but I wasn't as useless as you."

"..." Qin Xuan was speechless, a burst of anger gushed out from his heart fiercely, the power in his hand was extremely powerful, a ray of thunder demon light shone out, wrapped around the sword, and illuminated the void.

With a clanging sound, the sword was pulled out from under the stone tablet. Qin Xuan's eyes flashed with a look of great pride, and he laughed and said, "I pulled it out!"

Qin Xuan came to the back of the stone tablet with the sword, with a sinister smile on his face, and said maliciously, "You said it yourself, senior, don't blame me for being too cruel!"

"Stop talking nonsense and stab my heart." The man said indifferently, as if he didn't care at all, even his own life and death.

Qin Xuan couldn't help but reveal a look of doubt. What exactly did this senior want to do? Of course, he didn't think that the other party was really asking for death, otherwise he wouldn't have asked him to take the sword, which was a waste of effort.

After thinking for a while, Qin Xuan's eyes flashed with a sharp look, as if he had made some kind of decision, and the sword in his hand stabbed directly into the man's heart.

When the sword pierced into the heart, Qin Xuan clearly felt his arm trembling, not his hand trembling, but the sword in his hand.

Qin Xuan's eyes widened, and he was shocked to find that the sword in his hand was shaking constantly, and the dirt on the sword was constantly breaking, as if something was about to break.

Then, under Qin Xuan's shocked eyes, a brilliant light bloomed from the sword, so dazzling that it made the dark space bright.

Qin Xuan forced himself to open his eyes and looked at the sword in his hand. A flash of amazement flashed in his eyes. This was a dark golden sword, and the sword was engraved with complex runes, like ancient texts, obscure and difficult to understand, but revealing the truth of the great way, which made people immersed in it.

"Heart!" Qin Xuan suddenly raised his head and looked at the body in front of him. He saw that the body nailed to the Eternal Demon Monument slowly raised its head, and the messy long hair actually flew up, revealing a face.

This is a young man with hair all over his face. He hadn't taken care of it for a long time. However, judging from the facial contour, he must have been extremely handsome and unparalleled before he was trapped in the Demon Monument.

"Thank you for helping me get out of this hellhole." The young man stared at Qin Xuan with a smile on his face.

"Senior..." Qin Xuan was puzzled. What did this mean?

Then the young man's face gradually turned pale, the vitality in his body was rapidly fading, and the originally surging power was also disappearing, but his heart was still beating, emitting a strong life force.

"What is going on? What is he going to do?" Qin Xuan's heart was in turmoil, and his eyes were full of confusion.

"I will integrate the remaining power in my body into this sword, including my soul. From now on, this sword belongs to you."

A voice came into Qin Xuan's ears. Qin Xuan's body trembled slightly, staring at the sword in his hand, and then looked at his heart again, but was surprised to find that his heart had dimmed and stopped beating.

"Is he using his own soul to forge the sword soul? He could have a physical body, why did he do this?" Qin Xuan's head was buzzing, immersed in the scene just now.

"If I can't have the best body, I'd rather stay in this sword." The young man's voice sounded faintly, with a hint of pride in his tone.

Qin Xuan's heart trembled when he heard this. Without a top body, he was willing to become a sword spirit. Qin Xuan truly felt his pride, which was engraved in his bones and could not be erased.

If he couldn't become the Supreme, he didn't want to be reborn.

At this moment, Qin Xuan suddenly understood some of the words this person had said before. He wanted to make Tianxuan Continent tremble. This statement might be true.

"Senior, can I ask you something?" Qin Xuan tried his best to calm down the shock in his heart and asked.

"If you have any questions, feel free to ask. Also, my name is Feng Qing. From now on, you can just call me Brother Feng. You don't have to call me senior anymore." Feng Qing said casually, as if he didn't care about seniority.

Qin Xuan nodded and said, "Brother Feng, what was your cultivation level before this?"

The void suddenly became quiet, and then a playful voice came from the sword: "If you really want to know, can you guess?"

"I can't guess." Qin Xuan was a little speechless. Even at this time, he was still joking.

"Emperor, Emperor, Saint, choose one of the three." Feng Qing laughed. He refused to tell the result and insisted that Qin Xuan guess.

Completely defeated by Feng Qing, Qin Xuan showed a serious look on his face and actually started to think.

Judging from the power Feng Qing had shown before, the emperor could be ignored directly, and as for the saint, it seemed a little unlikely.

After all, saints are legendary existences, all of whom have practiced for tens of millions of years. He is so young, it is really unbelievable to say that he has the cultivation level of a saint.

The most likely possibility is that he is at the Emperor Realm.

Qin Xuan had a vague feeling that Feng Qing was not an ordinary Emperor Realm. After all, he participated in the battle that year, which was enough to show that he was very powerful, at least at the high-level Emperor Realm.