The Divine Sword

As Jian Wushuang pressed down with his right hand, in an instant, countless divine power surged towards the dark golden Demon Sword in his soul realm.

"No!" The sword spirit was horrified.

If someone saw Jian Wushuang at that moment, they would definitely be dumbfounded.

Jian Wushuang was half-kneeling on the ground with both hands supporting him. His face seemed to be changing. At one moment, his expression became twisted and crazy, and at the next moment, it became calm and cold. The two expressions switched quickly, as if there were two different personalities fighting for his body.

It was as if there were two people conversing in his throat. At times, he would emit a terrifying sound wave that did not seem human. At other times, he would be calm and composed, as if he was talking about something that was logical.

After the time for one incense stick to burn.