The Sword Saint stood cold-faced before the Monk Emperor, clenched his fist and said, "The Monk Emperor broke through to the Returning to Truth Realm only sixty years ago, barely surpassed the limit of longevity, and lived to this day, but did not continue to break through since then. The gap between his Primordial Spirit and that of Shakyamuni is indeed too great. He did not have to die, but he died because of me. It's my fault! I will provide him with an answer!"
Upon saying this, the Sword Saint's eyes suddenly flashed with a fierce sword light. He turned to look at Wu Ming and said coldly, "Wu Ming! The reason I saved you is to have a fair and open duel with you, but now you are hindered by the Blood God Pill and cannot use your full strength. If I use Sword Twenty-Three to defeat you, it would not be an honorable victory! I want to expel the Blood God Pill from your body and then compete with you at the highest level! And then I will defeat Shakyamuni!"
