Like a streak of blue light flying out of the cosmos, Chen Xuan reached out his hand, and the next moment the blue sword fell into his hand.
Then he threw it onto the stone table.
At this moment, Qing Saint had a hole blasted in his chest, and blood surged out like a spring, even the power of the Dao could not restore him.
The young man saw this scene, and for the first time, his eyes revealed a different color.
Then he glanced sideways at the old man.
As if declaring his imminent victory.
However, the old man simply smiled without speaking.
"I'll give you one more chance. Fuse with me voluntarily, and you can retain your spirit; otherwise, your spirit will be completely annihilated!"
Cloud Saint's cold voice echoed again in Qing Saint's heart.
He hadn't acted yet because voluntary fusion would allow him to benefit greatly, even surpass the old man's strength.
But if he killed him and fused, the effect would be greatly reduced.
So he had been holding back.
