Chapter 421: Chapter 421 - Above the First Fank, The Longevity Sword Can Speak (1)

Boom!

The two sword lights collided. Zhou Shu took half a step back while the Longevity Sword floated in the air and spun around.

Then Zhou Shu felt a wave of contempt and ridicule.

This was absolutely intolerable!

Zhou Shu snorted coldly, and sword light rose again.

Sword lights filled the warehouse and collided with the various forging materials, producing crisp sounds.

A moment later, Zhou Shu stopped moving, and the earth-grade Great Destroyer Sword went back into its sheath.

The Longevity Sword was several feet away from Zhou Shu, floating in the air and spinning.

Whoosh!

The Longevity Sword emitted another black light that swept away a pile of forging materials.

The tip of its sword twitched slightly, as if it was beckoning at Zhou Shu.

Come on, try again!

Zhou Shu felt that it was provoking him!

......

Yes, a sword was provoking him right in front of his face!

It had been a long time since Zhou Shu had encountered such a situation.

“You should be able to understand what I’m saying.” Zhou Shu stared at the Longevity Sword coldly. “Come here obediently, or I’ll reforge you!”

“Haha…” A voice suddenly sounded in Zhou Shu’s mind. “A greenhorn who is not even at the Awakening realm dares to spout nonsense?”

The voice was a little old, and Zhou Shu automatically imagined an old man with white hair and a beard.

Zhou Shu narrowed his eyes and snorted. “You can talk? What are you?”

“I’m not a thing!” the old voice said angrily. “I’m a human being, a real human!”

“So, you’re not a thing.” Zhou Shu nodded. “Do you want me to give you a mirror so that you can take a look at yourself? Tell me, how do you look human?”

“Hmph. What do you know?!” The old voice snorted coldly. “Kid, on account that you’re also a human, I’ll spare your life—”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Spare my life?” Zhou Shu interrupted. “You should think about how to beg for mercy later. If you beg for mercy, I might consider sparing your life!”

Boom!

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Shu’s aura exploded.

Almost at the same time, he disappeared and suddenly appeared in front of the Longevity Sword.

The Longevity Sword trembled slightly and was about to slash out a sword light.

Before the sword light could be released, Zhou Shu had already punched the Longevity Sword.

The sword light was scattered, and the Longevity Sword let out a clang as Zhou Shu’s punch landed.

“You…” The old voice sounded in Zhou Shu’s ear, anxious and angry.

Zhou Shu snorted and punched the Longevity Sword again.

His entire body flickered with golden light, and every punch carried monstrous strength.

The Longevity Sword kept bouncing on the ground with terrifying clangs. Judging from its shape, it would probably break if it was hit a few more times.

“Stop it! Stop it now!” The old voice sounded in Zhou Shu’s mind.

Zhou Shu sneered without stopping. His fist didn’t stop at all. Some people—swords—if he didn’t teach them a lesson, they wouldn’t understand their status!

“We can talk about this. Just stop it. Stop it,” the old voice said anxiously. “I admit defeat. I admit defeat, okay?”

The Longevity Sword buzzed, giving off a feeling that it was begging for mercy.

Zhou Shu stopped attacking and stepped on the Longevity Sword.

The damage was minor, but it was insulting.

The Longevity Sword struggled indignantly, but it was unable to break free from Zhou Shu’s strength.

Under the divine ability Total Annihilation, Zhou Shu’s strength increased a hundredfold. It was not something the Longevity Sword could compare to.

The Longevity Sword gave up resisting, and Zhou Shu retracted his strength. He continued to step on the Longevity Sword and said coldly, “Tell me what you are first!”

The situation was a little strange. Zhou Shu was stepping on a sword and seemed to be talking to someone.

But if anyone was present, they would only see Zhou Shu speaking to himself.

The Longevity Sword didn’t make any sound. Its voice sounded in Zhou Shu’s consciousness. This was a spiritual communication.

“I am the master of the Zhuling Grotto-Heaven, Shi?Changsheng1.”

An old man in a Daoist robe suddenly appeared in Zhou Shu’s mind. The old man had white hair and a youthful face.

This should be an image formed by the Longevity Sword’s mental power.

“Master of the Zhuling Grotto-Heaven?” Zhou Shu frowned. “Do you think I’m blind? You’re just a sword!”

“It’s not that I look down on you…” The old Daoist priest glanced at Zhou Shu disdainfully. “But you have too little knowledge, so you can’t understand an existence at my level.”

“At your level?” Zhou Shu sneered. “A level that I can step on?”

“Hmph, back then, I could suppress you with one hand!” The old Daoist priest’s face turned green and white. After a while, he gritted his teeth and said, “When the tiger comes down from the mountain to the plains, it is bullied by the?dogs1.”

“I haven’t beaten you enough, have I? What are you talking about?” Zhou Shu cursed.

The image formed by the Longevity Sword, the old Daoist who called himself Shi Changsheng, frowned and sighed. “Forget it. Since I’ve fallen into your hands, I’ll give you some face.”

“Cut the crap!” Zhou Shu shouted. “If you continue spouting nonsense, I’ll throw you into the furnace and reforge you.

“Behave yourself. You’ll answer whatever I ask you, understand?”