Countless Sword Cultivators stared strangely at the green-clothed youth, their eyes filled with longing.
"You want a trace of my Soul Fragment?"
Jiang Ding gazed at the August infant before him.
"Yes, Immortal Monarch."
"No matter how ingenious a Cultivation Method may be, could it compare to the profoundness of your Sword Soul?"
The Supreme Sword Son smiled shyly, his voice as melodious as an infant's.
"Then, come."
"It's a pity that you are too weak now, still not grown up."
Jiang Ding sighed softly.
With the backstab from a Sword Cultivator he had nurtured for so long, he never felt it was wrong, never felt betrayed. This was the true Great Sun Sword Cultivation.
The only pity is, he is too weak.
Even though this was merely his Soul Fragment conveyed over, possessing less than one percent of his own power, this being was still too weak.
"Hahaha!"
"The Immortal Monarch indeed speaks directly!"
The Supreme Sword Son laughed heartily.
"Hahaha!"
"Hahaha..."
