"Finally, it's dealt with!"
After devouring the Sword Monarch's remnant soul, Zhaang Ye's mind was flooded with the infinite mysteries of the Sword Dao, and his Soul Power grew more than ten times stronger. His entire being felt an indescribable sense of fulfillment and ease.
Ever since entering the Sword Monarch Hall, the remnant soul and projection left behind by the Sword Monarch had been like a great mountain weighing on Zhaang Ye's heart. Now that this mountain had finally been removed, Zhaang Ye heaved a sigh of relief, the feeling of having survived a great calamity washing over him.
Just as he began to relax, a sense of danger suddenly surged through Zhaang Ye. He had just withdrawn from his sea of consciousness when he saw a gleaming Folding Fan slashing down at him!
The Flower King!
