Dongfang Baiyu looked at the Heaven-Burying Sword in Xia Feng's hand, his eyes filled with jealousy to the point of bleeding.
The Sword Spirit seemed conflicted, glancing at Xia Feng and then at the Heaven-Burying Sword, its expression somewhat reluctant.
"Forget it, forget it, the other one turned out to be useless, better you, this fickle ghost."
"Alright, it's only twenty days anyway."
As it spoke, its form transformed into a stream of Sword Qi, merging into the Heaven-Burying Sword.
Beside them, Dongfang Baiyu shouted, teeth gritting in rage: "No, no, that's my Sword Spirit!"
As he shouted, he charged at Xia Feng, raising his longsword as if trying to forcibly snatch the Sword Spirit from Xia Feng.
Xia Feng and the Sword Spirit simultaneously gave a cold snort, and a surge of Sword Qi erupted from the Heaven-Burying Sword, just like the one seen outside before.
Dongfang Baiyu wasn't just on the verge of bleeding from his eyes; his heart was bleeding now.
