Between breaths, the rusted sword held by the bald man turned crimson.
This red hue was the dark red of blood, with countless streaks of dark red mist pouring into it, making it appear extremely eerie.
"With such Sword Intent, how will you resist?"
The bald man knew that the Sword Intent absorbed by the rusted sword in his hand was increasing, and his gaze towards Xu Ran became complicated.
Yet, even so, his words remained the same.
After all, he was the Gatekeeper, and even if he wanted to let Xu Ran easily gain the rewards of passing the Nine-Layered Giant Tower,
his mission did not allow him to do so.
Only those who can pass the Nine-Layered Giant Tower on their own can truly be called successors, the chosen ones!
As they spoke.
The rusted sword, originally only a meter long, began repairing its worn-out blade, and the tarnished spots on the sword slowly faded away.
Soon.
