Blood moon hung in the sky, the starlight of the night gradually dimming, and the red hue became more pronounced.
Entirely battered and beyond recognition, Luo Qiantuo was supported by Luohu's incarnation, struggling to leave the wilderness.
"Although Lu Qingshan is a rare sword embryo, he's still merely a cultivator in the Tribulation Crossing Realm, short of the Sword Immortal Realm; facing you, he should have no chance of winning at all, how could he leave you in such a pitiful state?" Luohu's incarnation pondered before asking.
"No," Luo Qiantuo flatly rejected Luohu's incarnation's assessment of Lu Qingshan, "this Lu Qingshan is not a once-in-a-millennium sword embryo, but a once-in-ten-thousand-years."
"One could even say that there has never been a sword cultivator like him in the Human Race before, nor will there ever be." He affirmed without hesitation.
