"No!"
The Blood River Ancestor spoke shrilly, his tone now panicked, no longer the composure he had before.
"Are you scared?"
Master Pang pursued.
"If my spiritual essence is worn away, my physical body will fall into the Saint Ancestor's blood sea to be remade..."
Only then did Zheng Fa realize why the Blood River Master was so brazenly confident, even seeming to court death.
"Then why do you refuse!"
"How could I, a cultivator, bear to be subservient for long?"
"..."
"Moreover, if the Sword Spirit's spiritual essence is worn away, I will cease to exist!"
"..."
"My life is mine, not the Demon Ancestor's!"
After hearing the Blood River Ancestor's… or rather, the Sword Spirit's words, everyone's expressions on their faces turned peculiar.
They began to understand why the Blood River Ancestor brought up the Sword Spirit with the same revulsion as if he had eaten excrement.
...Which physical body wouldn't be scared after seeing this thing?
