Never Cares About Consequences

"To me, you are a work of art. Don't give me the chance to personally destroy you," Night Thearch said.

"Compared to being a work of art, I want to be a tool without any beauty," Zhong Ziya said.

"Since you insist on fighting, then attack," Night Thearch said calmly.

"I had the same thought," Zhong Ziya said as he fused with his sword and transformed into a stream of light that streaked towards Night Thearch.

Zhong Ziya's sword techniques and movement techniques were already at the Mythical stage and weren't inferior to Zhou Wen's. In fact, due to the augmentation of his Mythical attributes, he was even stronger than Zhou Wen.

However, no matter how terrifying the Primordial Immortal Sword in his hand was, it couldn't touch Night Thearch's clothes. Night Thearch was like a ghost, his figure unpredictable. Zhong Ziya's sword was always three inches away from him, so he couldn't hit him.