"You're that confident, daring to come fight over this Demon Fetus? You think this sword of mine can't take your head off?"
The Shamate swung once and chopped at Chen Xuantian's neck, the blade stopping just half an inch short of taking his head clean off.
Chen Xuantian ignored him, since he'd just seen that knife strike with his own eyes.
The domineering sword was indeed pretty fierce, but not that fierce—his power wasn't enough to cleave through the path of the Netherworld Spring.
The Holy Daughter also lifted her hand at the right moment to halt the blade.
"Of course I can kill you. It's just that to cut down this Dao Body of mine, there's no need to use that Divine Weapon.
Fellow Daoist, you can rest easy. I'll say it again: this time I'm here to help you save the world and, while I'm at it, take back the Divine Sword for my Sect.
As for this whole 'Demon Fetus descending' business, I don't know the details. Everything about this calamity is what you told me.
