"How... how is this possible?!"
In the small grove, the voice of Ji Tang rang out, filled with disbelief.
He felt the Sword Qi within his body grow restless, as if it wanted to abandon him and surge into the numb yet fervent body of the hemp-robed swordsman.
"There's nothing impossible about it, compared to you, that Taoist Sword Qi favors me more."
Juelu Sword Madman gripped the sword edge with his left hand even harder, not relaxing in the slightest, even as the Sword Qi seeped into his bone marrow.
Compared to Ji Tang, who had been granted Sword Qi by Qing Yu, Juelu Sword Madman's determination and understanding of Sword Dao far surpassed his.
Soon, a dark green Sword Snake emerged from Ji Tang's body, slithering along the long sword and touching the palm already soaked with dark green Sword Energy.
"This Sword Qi, I cannot give to you."
