Chapter 68: Holy Sword Acknowledges Master

The Holy Sword is mine! Great, I have become the master of the Holy Sword!

Zhou Tian was extremely excited, shouting loudly.

With the Holy Sword in hand, the world is mine.

As long as I can obtain the Holy Sword, everything I desire can be obtained.

What supreme martial artist, what Emperor of Great Xia, and all the beautiful women—everything should belong to me, and I shall obtain it all!

How can this be? It shouldn't be, it's impossible!

Gan Lin saw this, his eyes widened, utterly disbelieving.

I've devoted my life to this—how can I make a wedding dress for another? This supreme treasure, why won't it acknowledge me as master? It's unfair, it shouldn't be!

Gan Lin is now the most furious; after all his effort, he's ended up helping someone else!

Gan Lin glared at Zhou Tian, thinking how to snatch the Holy Sword back.

Mo Qingyan watched from the side, immediately shouting a warning to Zhou Tian.

Junior brother, we must kill Gan Lin, otherwise he'll always be a threat!

Don't worry, he can die!

Hearing Mo Qingyan's words, Zhou Tian laughed loudly.

With the Holy Sword in hand, his confidence greatly increased.

He waved his right hand, brandishing the long sword; sword qi burst forth, leaving him very satisfied.

Gan Lin, prepare to die—die by the sword you forged; what will it feel like?

Zhou Tian brandished the Holy Sword, intending to attack Gan Lin.

But just then, changes arose; suddenly, red and white light burst from the Holy Sword's blade, just like the colors previously emitted from the Sword Pool.

What's happening? Why can't I control the Holy Sword?

Zhou Tian widened his eyes, watching the Holy Sword sway in his hand.

Although he exerted all his strength, he still couldn't control the Holy Sword.

In his hand, the Holy Sword's light grew richer, and before everyone's astonished gaze, the Holy Sword split into two!

In Zhou Tian's hand was a pure snow‑white long sword; on the other side, it had turned into a blood‑red long sword, its hue like the boiling blood in the Sword Pool.

Moreover, shocking everyone further, the blood‑red Holy Sword flew into the air.

Yang Jun hid in an inconspicuous corner, originally intending to pretend to be dead to survive.

Who would have expected that this blood‑red long sword would fly straight over?

Huh? What's going on?

Yang Jun widened his eyes; instinctively he reached out with his right hand and grabbed the sword.

At that moment, Yang Jun was a bit dazed, but the solid feel in his hand made him clearly know he had obtained a treasure.

Haha, you go on; I'm going home—my mother doesn't let me stay out overnight.

Yang Jun spoke, and Gan Lin let out a roar.

I understand, I understand now—this is how it is!

Gan Lin is a sword‑forging master; he participated throughout the forging of this Holy Sword.

But before, it was all corpses' flesh and blood; later he personally saw Zhou Tian and Yang Jun use the Blood Sacrifice Sword, which caused this to happen.

No matter how much corpse flesh and blood, it cannot nurture the Holy Sword's spirituality.

Only living human blood can do that!

It turns out these two used fresh‑blood sacrifice, causing the Holy Sword to unite yin and yang, split into two, giving birth simultaneously to the King's Sword and the Overlord's Sword!

Gan Lin had figured out the problem, but even so, he was still furious.

How could the Holy Sword I forged belong to others?

With a thought, Gan Lin waved his right hand.

In the Sword Pool, a long sword also flew out.

He gripped the long sword tight, face full of killing intent, glaring at Zhou Tian and Yang Jun.

How can my Holy Sword be taken by you? Hurry up and hand it over, quickly!

Gan Lin roared loudly; two sword qi surged out, attacking Zhou Tian and Yang Jun.

Zhou Tian also felt anger; he never expected the Holy Sword to split in two, with half snatched by Yang Jun.

But the most important thing now is to first deal with Gan Lin.

Otherwise, things will still be a big trouble.

Zhou Tian brandished the snow‑white Holy Sword and struck.

Yang Jun's side, meanwhile, struck first.

He kept his eyes fixed on Gan Lin; seeing Gan Lin show killing intent, he struck first.

Against such a person, in a life‑and‑death clash, striking first is best.

At this moment, Zhou Tian and Yang Jun each released sword qi—one white, one red—simultaneously attacking Gan Lin, and the two sword qi merged in midair.

The Holy Sword is mine; I've laid plans for years—how can I let you seize it?

Gan Lin roared angrily, brandishing his long sword.

He's a sixth‑rank expert—could he really not beat these two brats?

With that thought, Gan Lin's movements became even more swift.

However, Gan Lin at this time also underestimated the power of the sword qi emitted by the snow sword and the red sword.

The two sword qi merged, rushing straight at Gan Lin.

Gan Lin waved his long sword, but it collided with the Holy Sword's sword qi.

Only the sound of metal clashing was heard; the sword qi emitted by Gan Lin was scattered here, and at the same time, the sword qi of the Holy Sword did not diminish in force; those great powers continued to exert their effect, and in the next moment, the long sword in Gan Lin's hand was also completely shattered.

And the situation continued to develop; what Gan Lin could not have imagined was that, at this moment, the sword qi actually split again.

The red and white sword qi struck his body in an instant, and it pierced straight through.

Gan Lin's eyes widened; what unfolded before him left him utterly unable to believe it.

"How could this be? Could it be that this is the true power of the Holy Sword?"

Gan Lin simply could not understand why things had changed into this state.

Especially now, the one who wounded him was none other than the Holy Sword he had devoted his life to obtaining, right?

In the midst of Gan Lin's stunned muttering, in an instant, another loud boom sounded.

Gan Lin's body actually exploded.

Even a sixth-grade peak expert could not withstand the force of a single strike from the Holy Sword!

Looking at the blood mist in the air, smelling the bloody aura that filled the space.

Around the Sword Pool at this moment, there was utter silence.

That old bastard Gan Lin, in order to obtain the Holy Sword, had schemed against everyone who came here, but in the end he too fell beneath the Holy Sword.

At this moment, more and more troops of the Imperial Court were entering; although the martial artists still held grudges against the court, they now dared not oppose them in large numbers and hurriedly fled.

Soon, fewer and fewer people remained in the Sword Hut; everyone was focused on preserving their lives and scattered in flight.

At this time, Zhou Tian did not leave; he gripped the Snow-white King's Sword and stared intently at Yang Jun.

He looked at Yang Jun, moved his right hand, and a strong sword qi shot forward.

"The Holy Sword should be whole, and it belongs to me! Hand over the Holy Sword, or else you will die!"

At this moment, Zhou Tian roared with rage, his eyes full of anger.