Chapter 53 There Will Never Be a Next Time

Zhang Sheng felt somewhat bewildered.

Ever since he had formed his Dao Foundation, his Immortal Sword Zhanxu had never tested its edge; in several major battles, a single Green Silk Rain had been enough. Could it be that Zhanxu's first unsheathing was to cut iron?

If the Immortal Sword had a spirit, who knows if it would've been angry enough to run away from home.

"Please, Junior Brother, make your move!" Yu Zhizhuo urged once more.

Coming back to his senses, Zhang Sheng did not feel sad at that moment but was indescribably bewildered. He did not understand how someone like him, a prodigy of his generation, with overflowing talent, who had always advanced invincibly with his unwavering Dao Heart, could have ended up cultivating to become like this.