The phantom of Old Sword Spirit rolled his eyes within the Chaos Fire. "Back when this old master followed my master to cleave the stars and split the moon, the Black God was still just a nebular embryo!"
Transforming into a stream of light, he circled Jiang Feng three times before materializing as a burly man in his forties standing before him. "A physical body at the True Stage is too fragile; it cannot even withstand half of my Sword Intent."
Jiang Feng gently stroked the hilt of the God-Slaying Sword with his fingertips. "What if it were a True Stage physique? Would you..."
Chapter 687