"Xiao Qiang, you are Xiao Qiang, I remember you!" The image of Xiao Qiang was naturally extremely profound for the Gen Tian Evil Sword. If it weren't for Xiao Qiang, his previous sword slave, Gen Tian Evil Lord Wu Tian, wouldn't have died. Although he had almost already controlled Xing Ming, it was undeniable that Wu Tian was even more outstanding by comparison. Given some more time, Wu Tian would certainly have become a generation of Demon King. But Wu Tian just folded to Xiao Qiang's hands, so how could he not have a profound image of Xiao Qiang? At this time, the Gen Tian Evil Sword roared unwillingly, "Kill him, Xing Ming, kill him!"